Keeping my distance, as I smell blood on her lips
Knowing I'm not the predator here, craving what's between her hips
Looking away, I cannot think. Praying I won't be the ship in the cold waiting to sink
Like an animal she watches my every move
I cannot allow her to know the truth, my actions shall bring hell to prove
A point I belong amongst the weak, as they chant their mindless wailings knowing their future is bleak.
Like flies on the rotting corpse they come to seek salvation
A child's movie proved my point, as the pelican flies to freedom
The dead know not that they rot, begging for us to feed em'.
Only they should pay attention to the obvious of where they are
So that her and I can raise the bar
The realization that they're...