The wolf
Nov 25, 2015, 05:43pm
MegaraApostolos
My mother always told me to watch myself
In these woods
My mother always told me stories
Of the big, bad wolf
In these woods.
Hunting little girls
Feeding on their flesh
Gnawing into their skin with their sharp teeth
When I went this path however,
My mother never warned me about
The bad people
In these woods.
Tall men in dark hoodies, lurking and
Hunting little girls
Feeding on their souls
Gnawing into their brain
Engraving painful memories.
Watching their steps and
Feeding their own pleasures.
Killing our hearts with days we can't forget
Simply because they're battling
their own lack of self-worth.
My mother always told me to watch myself
In these woods.
I've seen the people
And to be completely honest,
I'd prefer the wolf.
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