All the animals scurry through the vast woods,
they secretly look across the field to see two legged animals.
Follow them home,
stare at the home,
oh what a beautiful home.
"But look!"
Said one deer in lonesome fascination
"The heads of our brethren hang there"
"Why not us?"
"How much less beautiful must we be?"
They scurry back.
Quickly, quickly! To tell the others.

"What a majestic meaning in life...to be a wall hanging,
I must become a creature worthy of this life"
They all said in unison.

As hunters come and go, all but the lucky ones get their wish granted,
and the rest have the minds to run fast and chauvinistically,
to show off, in hopes of being hung for the world to admire.
Without a soul, and never the free will that the forest granted.

And as one deer is shot, all young doe frantically scream...
"can't you believe it, I knew him before he was along the wall!"
and...
"He wagged his tail at me, you saw it, he really did!"

Can you feel it?
The cold, the grit,
Can you smell it?
The scent, my wit,
Can you taste what is near?
The blood, their fear,
Can you see what is here?
It drags, it tears,
Can you hear as it prowls?
It stalks, it howls,
Can you feel me now?  
In fear, you shall bow,
Let it take you, let engulf,
For tonight hunts the wolf

The strength of the pack,
It does not hold back,
No matter what length,
The pack is my strength,
You may run,
But before that I'd be gone,
You may hide,
But before then you'd have died,  
Fate has you picked,
A fate so wicked,
Blood on the snow,
All will know,
You breathe no more, runt,
For you fall to the hunt

Somewhere in your cold heart
I wished for a sparkle of heat
You gleamed before everybody
Thought I would feel miserable
Never, I felt more free since then

I stepped forward to melt you
You melted mine instead, in love
Dozed me into you, with a smile
It wasn't too late to know the truth
You've been playing games with me

You were conquering my whole heart
I hailed your name and dreamt a lot
Held my pillow closer, cuddling gently
Slept with a sweet smile on my face
Innocent, I am, you turned to a witch
Hunting down love, a Caesar of hearts

An arch
captain now
golden that  
hale decisively
his boomerang
in Meriweather  
with yet
another season
of fast
that field
his accomplishment
with bent
and pleasure
his penultimate
as his
oracle pray
with peace.

To tell you a story
I plucked the stars
Displaced the mountains
Words float with thee
Wandering mad and alive
Yet it kills me
Your distraught face
Hidden beneath a mask
Treacherous ways to lure
Mark and hunt a naive dove
Pure white Angel of love
The devil you walked

A medley
in dictum
as foreseen
anglicization collect
beat swimmingly
with intrigue
in literature
and euphemistically
tell realization
that further
eyewitness in
plurality with
fealty in
foreign affairs
here that
schlepp peace
with ferrety.

Me, me, me
Always me
Hiding away the monster
Hoping that nobody sees

I slip up sometimes
And a shudder through my spine
My head twitches to one side
And everything is red lines

Time for me to rise and make it end, once again
That voice in my head always putting me on edge
I talk to him sometimes, people think that I'm crazy
And perhaps I am, maybe, just maybe...

I growl in anger too,
A deep guttural sound
That makes people step away
That makes others turn around

I'm scared of my own monster
Perhaps you should be too
Because when I've had a **** day,
Target marked and he's hunting you

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a bed of fire lilies
Where fear flocks and sorrows sleep
To a grove abandoned where she weeps

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon callous thoughts so weary
Clasped in a white veil
Seeing maroon on a visage pale

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a cries in a clearing
Silent shrieks that haunt me I find
A walking corpse in pearl delight

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a nightmare without meaning
To and fro wolves do roam on the rim
A hunt in this abyss for my kin

Dreaming a dream so dreary
I smell familiar blood and feel weary
A mangled corpse lies in slumber
What a nightmare, what a curse

Dreaming a dream so dreary
A solitary hunt so eerie
Hunger sated and thirst quelled
Will I ever wake or is this my hell?