You cannot possibly imagine what I saw today, trying to keep my mind at bay.

Minding their own business came a pair.
Inseparable.
Even one could say
Destructible.
But where does this line cross with me and this duo?
That I may owe.

With a sigh I hang my head low, the thought of another gruesome blow.
In curiosity or spite
I do not know when these two are ready to bite.

Are they hungry or is it loyalty they are after?
I do not know;
I am only an outsider to those hounds that dug for what was already gone.

Prey they once tried to feast on.
Bound to this sickening notion; the false lulls of security they once had.

Something they could only turn into the gritty,
Painless pity,
Insufferable grabs of ***** filth they once called a party.

Once a whole, a group that dissolved slowly under the time of an hour glass.

From birth to death we breath.
Grasp at anything we can hold ourselves accountable without being the accused.
Departures to new comers we welcomed as our own.
Only to be betrayed and left out at dawn.

Now today I stand as proof of a wolf who alas left the pack; we once called ourselves a flock of deer in disguise.

Although your fangs are out and the wounds are starting to heal,
your venom still lingers.
I feel poisoned by you,
sick.
You slither and slide your way through life hurting everyone you come close you,
but
I'm starting to feel immune.
Your bite runs deep but i will heal...