fetid thing

Before I tasted Fear

My father was my Mother

My mother was a Deer

Her legs were sharp and Angled

Her teeth were long and Red

She raised me as a Hunter

To shoot her in the Head

She hates me for my Softness

She snarls at my Fur

My mother's always Taunting

That I'm half a Man as her

I feel her track my Movements

Through the crosshairs of her Gun

I should be my Father's Daughter

Before I tasted Fear

My father was my Mother

My mother was a Deer

Her legs were sharp and Angled

Her teeth were long and Red

She raised me as a Hunter

To shoot her in the Head

She hates me for my Softness

She snarls at my Fur

My mother's always Taunting

That I'm half a Man as her

I feel her track my Movements

Through the crosshairs of her Gun

I should be my Father's Daughter