The deep

You'll be a wolf devoured
by a lion cause you look like a lamb but baptized in fire
fearing yet hoping the best has swallowed you asleep once again.

I should go to sleep
I fear
I'm running out of time.

Sometimes I feel like
I should sever my limbs so
I could never crawl home back home to you waiting and watching to see
if you'll follow me to my grave.

I should go to sleep
I'm running out of time waits for no one.

I might not wake up next to you
excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses make excuses
for eating your young let's lick the wounds and find out where we came from when copperas has faded
I hope you'll still be by my side this is not dystrophy
but desire , desire for comfort in the dark call me a mockingbird and it's done.