There was a time that I lived in a place not too far
didn't feel so sure in my own skin
Tangled movements and mangled fur
my voice less of a purr and more just the wind
It's not that I'm bad
so much as don't know what's good
hard not to have envy
for that little red hood
He prowled through the forest
he growled there ever near
He knew not what love was
he lived only in fear
No he knew not what love was
so quick to attack
Anything to fill the hole left
by the affection he lacked
All the warmth of a grandma
he thought he might gain
by swallowing her up
unknowing his place in her pain
All the kindness of a child
he wished for so much
certain to have once
he made her his lunch
With everyone gone
He walked on in defeat
Wearing a red hood into shadows
With no love left to eat
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
There was a time that I lived in a place not too far
didn't feel so sure in my own skin
Tangled movements and mangled fur
my voice less of a purr and more just the wind
It's not that I'm bad
so much as don't know what's good
hard not to have envy
for that little red hood
He prowled through the forest
he growled there ever near
He knew not what love was
he lived only in fear
No he knew not what love was
so quick to attack
Anything to fill the hole left
by the affection he lacked
All the warmth of a grandma
he thought he might gain
by swallowing her up
unknowing his place in her pain
All the kindness of a child
he wished for so much
certain to have once
he made her his lunch
With everyone gone
He walked on in defeat
Wearing a red hood into shadows
With no love left to eat
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