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Victor Mickeal Jan 2015
I found myself surrounded not
by wolves in sheep's clothing
but sheep in wolves clothing
To hear false claims of independent
minds, separate wills, strong souls
Yet quick to follow the command of
someone.
The excuse is friendship, love.
The same promise that was given to me.
Do not insult the heart of a wolf
with lies of it's identity.
Be true to yourself sheep.
Be safe with your flock.
Follow what you know.
Victor Mickeal Jan 2015
She said she just wants the simple life for us.
but gives into the lust of finer things.
You aim to figure me out
but can not solve your own complexities.
Then wonder why I won't let you in?  My skin is too thick from the hard road.
It protects my adamant heart.
I am at compacity with all these **** memories.
Nights where claims of hate turned hard thrusts into a soft body.
Tattoos of teeth marks on my shoulder
Waterfalls pouring down my leg and screams of false love with each warm ****** given against this cold wall.

So you see, the way is shut for you.
You cannot become a thought.
Only a forgotten

— The End —