Fresh Baked Revenge
You are the wolfs head hanging on the wall
The bear skin carpet cover up on my floor
The cold lifeless deco who had lost your roar
You had been too many places
Taken too much, and chewed of many faces
You scratched away at my doorway
Finally broke in to have your way
Now you look great in my place
Your blood is painted on the walls
Head above the fireplace
Your boneless carcass lays down next to my chair
Never again can you give a scolding glare
Bones of yours are windchimes
I sit in the kitchen awaiting my meal
Consists of every inch of leftovers
Neighbours are invited to enjoy fresh cooked handovers
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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