There are wolves in the camp,
I can hear the scratching and sniffing,
Panting restless and weary,
And the hiss of the dying fire,
Like a death rattle symphony.
They wander out of the forest night
Like a nightmare comes in
A fresh sleep.
I imagine them devouring me
As my shallow breaths weigh and
Measure the moments left.
How dark the forest can be.
Death always seemed like a dream.
There are wolves at my feet,
Loud hearts beating.
I can hear the scratching and sniffing,
Panting restless and weary,
And the hiss of the dying fire,
Like a death rattle symphony.
They wander out of the forest night
Like a nightmare comes in
A fresh sleep.
I imagine them devouring me
As my shallow breaths weigh and
Measure the moments left.
How dark the forest can be.
Death always seemed like a dream.
There are wolves at my feet,
Loud hearts beating.
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christine3782:
Yeah, every time that picture comes up on the hookup page, it freaks me out.
elise:
awww thanks for the nice comment on my set! and you like dmb! you're A-OK with me!