04-14-2015, 01:19 AM
The Party
With dead heart and high hopes,
he stalks into the wild.
Flanked by fake friends,
the wolf falls,
in line.
Clarity clouds him,
keeps contemplations,
at bay. Second guesses
are hilarious,
in line.
Glassy amber in red,
white lines on glass,
green dressed in white.
drink, snort, smoke,
in line.
He considers,
he feels and stares.
Cutting deals with her emotion,
he takes meat in his fangs,
in line.
He drags his prey,
she stumbles along as well.
Having had his fill,
he dumps her, barebones,
in line.
He returns from the hunt,
howling with pride,
but he's no wolf.
Just another sheep,
in line.
With dead heart and high hopes,
he stalks into the wild.
Flanked by fake friends,
the wolf falls,
in line.
Clarity clouds him,
keeps contemplations,
at bay. Second guesses
are hilarious,
in line.
Glassy amber in red,
white lines on glass,
green dressed in white.
drink, snort, smoke,
in line.
He considers,
he feels and stares.
Cutting deals with her emotion,
he takes meat in his fangs,
in line.
He drags his prey,
she stumbles along as well.
Having had his fill,
he dumps her, barebones,
in line.
He returns from the hunt,
howling with pride,
but he's no wolf.
Just another sheep,
in line.