Breakfast
the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.
they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.
the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.
i'm a sitting duck.
the blood. the wolves. it pours.
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