I feel like you are waiting for me my friend
Waiting for the wolf to let me in
I feel like you are waiting for the end
But you’re always running
Always procrastinating
I feel the sun slipping from the sky
I feel the blood moon on the rise
I feel the distain simmer in your eyes
But the suns always setting
Always hesitating
I hear nothing above my own heart beat
I sense the dark tide push me underneath
Teeth pushing through to fill their lustful need
And they’re always pushing
Always sharpening
