Eyes Of The Wolf: Eyes On a Prize (A-Z)

Alone in an alleyway,
Brains are bashed and bleeding,
Crack collision on concrete,
Death daring to dive deep;
Erase the enigma of
Forlorn fading fate.
Give it a go.
Hammer his head.
Instead, they incise his insides.
Just (they’re jackals)
Learn to lie.
Most of my muggy memories
Openly offer
Paved paths to the past.
Reality reassures a race
Sealing the souls stolen,
Trapping and torturing them.
Under unaware understandings,
Veiled vines of veins
Waste, while
Zealous zims.


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