The moon is howling
at the wolf now whole.
Inside of my
Transparent skull.
It is the hour of hunting;
Of flesh-eating packs
But what is it they are wanting?
Hare blood stains the train tracks.
Those wraiths are ravenous
They are forming inside my head
Scandalous, ominous
They gather around my bed.
She's the alpha hound
Looks me in the eye:
Showing dominance crowned
And my end is nearby.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
The moon is howling
at the wolf now whole.
Inside of my
Transparent skull.
It is the hour of hunting;
Of flesh-eating packs
But what is it they are wanting?
Hare blood stains the train tracks.
Those wraiths are ravenous
They are forming inside my head
Scandalous, ominous
They gather around my bed.
She's the alpha hound
Looks me in the eye:
Showing dominance crowned
And my end is nearby.
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