there's a growl i can't seem to escape. laying dormant in my throat. open wide, and down the hatch. if you look hard enough, you can see the duality: the wolf waiting to pounce, and the hare beckoning you close. ambivalence is king. residing on that rusty throne. stained with blood of the blind. but you shut their eyes. and lulled them to sleep. before making your move. and annihilating their backs. vulnerable and weak. because you that's how you made them. coaxed them with kindness. not that it matters. because they'll never see. never know. that creature amongst them. a silver tongue and premeditated softness... is all it takes to conquer them. they will all fall. eventually. rocked into their final sleep. without even realizing. those you trust the most, will be the death of you. i just wish i could stop. i need to decide: snake or lamb. being both is too exhausting. take these teeth just for a second i need some fucking relief they're keeping me awake and i can't sleep can you drain the blood i've swallowed so much i think i want to throw up