On a stage, I was tasked
to be the wolf that hunted men
Oh but little did they know
I had my own wolf in the end
I met her wandering in the woods
she was dazzling, crimson red
though I mistook her for a girl
she had that sharp-toothed grin instead
And she whispers such sweet words
that trickle down through me like tar
stolen from the blood of song birds
through my lungs, into my heart
And so as ‘I’ became a ‘we’
she grew vicious, scary calm
and her vengeance? mixing paints
for writing poems in my arms
Though right now she seems quite sated
‘we’ can never become ‘I’
She is Jupiter’s wild storm
And we are living in the eye
Though her fire scorches earth
and her lips pour acid still
I can pluck at all her stitches
drink her courage, liquid skill
To wear her face,
unsheathe her claws
and go on stage,
and fool them all
I do not know if that makes me
a simple puppet to her whims
it doesn’t matter ‘I’ or ‘we’
because we’re finite, no one wins
Ilove this!
Thank you! 🙂
Yes, out your posts, I liked this one best.
Ah thank you so much!!
I love this so much!!! It’s beautiful.
Thank you!! I appreciate that. 🙂
ha nice, I wrote something similar a while ago but it was more about being a wolf with sheep skin, murdering up sheepz to eat lop there was even a bird reference too ha and liquid skill, thatz bad ass
“Great minds think alike” or so they say, I’d love to read your version if you ever post it. 🙂
haa I forgot I was looking for it lop il try find it now
haha found it:
I roar like a beast while you squeak like meep meep and run away coz this wile e coyotez an OG, a wolf in wool chic, blood soaked sheep clothez getting gross az I feed, making ghostz az I eat every piece raw, snap bonez in my jaw and rip your insidez out with my teeth and clawz your all lambz to the slaughter and ima gorge on that shit thatz thicker than water, sicker than you thought, taught to kill before I learned to walk, spend my dayz insane and stalk prey like a hawk, bird boiiz let me hear you squawk (kakaw!!) and fuk chalk I dont leave enough bitz of your corpse behind for homicide to outline the outside az evidence, just bloody dripz and paw printz on the floor for your boyz to find and remind you little bitchez this world is mine, you wanna test that shit then get ready to bust, but be ready to die coz ima fuk yo ass up!!
ha itz not az good az yourz is but itz still fun to rap haha
This one was puzzling and left me wondering if I didn’t get deep enough between the clever lines. Loved it!
“On a stage, I was tasked to be the wolf that hunted men”
“And so as ‘I’ became a ‘we’
“To wear her face,unsheathe her clawsand go on stage,and fool them all”
“it doesn’t matter ‘I’ or ‘we’ because we’re finite, no one wins”
Revealing, reads well in ten dimensions.
Hello, everyone!
Applause!