I fell asleep this night,
With string of muscle and flesh in my teeth,
Blood coating my parted lips.
An urge to bite through the arms of any one
Person who attempts to hold meâ
They just feel like cages now.
Bones are not full of marrow, but instead
Thick, cold iron pretending to be immovable,
Impenetrable objects.
What I lack in physical strength,
I make up for in mental violence.
No lamb survives a wolf in the wild night,
No iron protects an inmate from death.
Whose arms would keep me from heartbreak?
I will tear through you,
And feel sorry for it in the morning.
But tonight, will you just lay beside me?
Breathing in thick blood, I know,
Just let me hold you.
E.