Soothing humming of a lost thought
Fills the cold winter night
And insight sparkles in a troubeled mind
Deviation
The Beast will rise
And the spreading mist
Lay soft as velvet
Behind glass
Reflections
of the crippled wolf
A state until perfection
A silky texture cover red pulsating veins
The pale skin ripped apart
to reveal crawling insects inside
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