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The forest never felt so cold,

The razor cuts the silence dead.

I'm tailor made so lock and load,

The sunset comes, soon to be wed.

Wounds so deep they never show,

Implode inside from what I know.

My only relief is gone and dead,

I'll never forsake myself again.

Jaded visions these harlots bring

To men of passion in suffering.

This creature I will always be,

This world has never belonged to me.

Bear your teeth and bristle your fur,

Howl to the moon and think of her.

Piercing eyes to match the scars,

Remember, this is who you are.