Sunday, January 8, 2012

Wild

Caged or free

Untamed or mild

Your restrictions on me

Only make me wild


Stalking prey

Or quiet repose

Now that I'm wild

Anything goes


I rip out your throat

Gouge out your eye

Laugh at your blood

And watch you die


Hide if you can

But this much remains

This monster of a man

Is just what you made

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