spent my whole life looking for others like me

and when i find them

i am disgusted

the only way i know how to hold another

is with my teeth

was that because i was never taught anything else?

or because i refused to learn?

is love an offering?

an aching? a dissolving?

or something you can never earn?

i've never said anything original

and i never will

i've traveled this vast and hungry world

and there is no new blood to spill

cigarette burns

and scars on my thigh

i ask you if you'll leave me

you ask if i want you to lie

crack open my ribs, baby

i'll give you my heart

rip into my skin, gently

and tear me apart

always running

never arriving

always surviving

never thriving

foaming at the mouth

shrouded in doubt

there is no hope

of ever getting out

stop asking me questions about myself

or you won't help but notice

i'm missing something inside

the rest of you were born with

you think me a blood-starved beast now

i thought the maw on your throat made it clear

darling, i was raised by wolves

at least now i can't disappoint you anymore

too worn down now

lost all will to fight

promise me you'll leave me

the next time i bite

i've sewn my own eyes shut

and pulled out my teeth

can i hold you in my mouth now?

or will i still have the urge to eat?

i was never a monster.

i was just starving.

but you always knew that

Wolf Berserker Rage 🐺⚡

""Come on then… I’ll carve you apart!""

and when i find them

i am disgusted

the only way i know how to hold another