You rage like an angry lion
And you cry like a lonely wolf
You rip me apart too
Your claws break my skin
And your paws gently rub them when my eyes are daft and dim
Your eyes pierce knives into my heart
And at night you try to pull them out when your iris is so distraught
Your ears ignore my final requests
But they are perked up when I have finally reached my limit
A limit bound to leave me in so much distress
depression
and relentless madness
And finally, when I'm dead
You slobber over my body at my casket
But then howl when I'm dead
In my grave
Withering away
With my bones cracked
And my flesh broken
And here you are
Howling at the moon
Just as you were
Roaring at the sun
Two-faced, people
Will eventually
Become one
