hungry white wolves surround me
each lusting for my flesh
hunt me
chase me
taste me
tear my being from my chest
i want to end this pointless stand-off
the wolves have won the hunt
i don't have the strength to fight them
i know i'm the one they want
Author notes
this was a dream. it isn't finished yet. i'll add to it eventually, transform it into a story for you. stay tuned..
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What do you think?
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These wolves you speak of. The two legged kind? For there are the true seekers of the flesh. But very interesting way of being devoured.
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this one is much better than mine. I entered what I thought was a contest about coffee for Matt, and I get:
"Love is a dog from hell."
This is cool.
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and i would say yours is better than mine. thanks for your comments tho, appreciate it xx
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wolfie, here boy, here boy, stop chasing the nice lady now, there's a good boy. sorry about that, he does like to frolic about in other's dreams. if i have told him once i have told him a thousand times, just chew the couch, but he always wants to cause some distress to others, still, he's fun once you get to know him. a good half finished poem.
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wow you wrote this at 5 am....your this creative at 5 am....wtf?
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