Years old, yet eons starved
I wasn't born with these teeth
No one trained my eyes to catch sly sights
Muscle tenses in maiden's necks
No one taught me to see these things
No one but I
Secretly,
I want my heart to break and let loose the reign of what I used to be....
I think.
My mind's worth pleas not to let it go
But fiends call
To let sleep of the sword touch what I am now
And allow what was to live
Beasts in t-shirts and jeans
Plenty of sheep to be reaped
Oh why?
Later Days
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