Werewolf Lifestyle

Lose grip on gravity, falls sky, blinding crumbling walls. River sweep away my memories of children’s things, a young mother’s love. Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh; young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh. A young brother, skinny and tall, my older walks oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping. Flowers in the water, but I’m just his daughter walking down an icy grave leading to my schizophrenic father. Weeping willow won’t you wallow louder? Searching for my father’s power. I’ma shake you off though. Get up on that horse and ride into the sunset, look back with no remorse.

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