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Lycan
Holding your frail, beautiful arms in the palm of my claws,
I am so much bigger now.
You look into my eyes, they do not appear the same
Yet, you look into them the same as ever.
Why is it that I am the one full of fear—fear that I shall be hunted
Like every other time
Releasing yourself from my grasp,
You place your soft hands upon my muzzle
Teeth, you hold
For once in my life, I don’t want to break the feeble fingers in between my jaw.
I just want them to continue,
Understand me.
The form I was given
My soul’s vessel.
I am so much bigger now.
You look into my eyes, they do not appear the same
Yet, you look into them the same as ever.
Why is it that I am the one full of fear—fear that I shall be hunted
Like every other time
Releasing yourself from my grasp,
You place your soft hands upon my muzzle
Teeth, you hold
For once in my life, I don’t want to break the feeble fingers in between my jaw.
I just want them to continue,
Understand me.
The form I was given
My soul’s vessel.