I am not the wolf
I am not the man
Sliding down my neck smooth
Crimson wonderment redeeming
Clashing optics royal colors
I feel like the popper
When I should be a prince
He has failed
He has fallen prey
Paradise sickness fevered me
But Heaven forever mocks him
That damn ivory mongrel
He is only tails
On our flipping coin world
Twilight on darkness
Twilight on purple
It is a symbol of my power
I the dire wolf winning
Under the mustered starlight
Beneath the scarlet moon
Red hooded, white hot death in enclosed
I am the ice
I am the fire
Let me wash away your life
In the brutal pain of tragedy
I'll let someone weep for you
If you restrain and exempt yourself
From insulting me
You fall alone
In the arms of carnage
While I fail in the searing wake
Of rejection from my true lusting
With only my short comings
Becoming my remains
And how I will be remembered
The mixed misery
The mixed might
Mingled madly in the black, glossy stone
Hell wrought earth child from her
Given by the memory found in deceit
Whispered remains in the snow
Fear not white
Fear not yellow eyes
It is only the glass shards of defeat
I am suicidal and relish the purging
Blood spilt by lip lowered fangs
We were both chosen for failure
But I was heir to the christened pain