The Wolf – Wail Somehow

Do you speak
Do you speak at all
(For being deaf therefore you must be dumb)
Do you hear
These wails
Come forth
From our frothing lips
As our howls are torn
From our hearts
And gifted to the moon
The full moon

You might see us
On tubes – nefarious liars as they are
Thinking us attractive
Our simulated allure enticing you
And the danger of our lives
Affecting your pretentious sensibilities
But you see,
We suffer
We the children of the night
Slaves of the moon
Directed by birth
Chanced by murder
Aye! We suffer.


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