The Bad Wolf
The bad wolf trapped her far from home,
The dark hunter of fleshed dreams,
A shadowless prowler in the dark holes we dig,
In the long nights we spend to assure ourselves,
Lets play a game of cat and mouse.
With you the clever mouse.
And I the stealthy cat.
Your quick moves will make me hungry.
I can feel the falling.
I can feel the dip.
I can feel the pressure, turning in my head.
I can feel the tingle.
Oh Mercurial Me
Oh mercurial me...
A tree I am not, for;
Like bark I peel,
Like leaves I fall,
A thousand words.
A thousand tears.
I have spilled out for you.
A sound i now hope snakes through your veins.