Coyotes
A poem, a wish for death...
beware the coyotes as they stare beware the coyotes as they laugh beware the coyotes as they dance towards you curiosity mixed with loneliness boredom mixed with fun i am alone i am tired i want to feel a touch hot breathe on my neck someone to notice i am here teeth scraping blood pulsing is this happiness i hope that this is death i stopped caring about so many things so long ago closing my eyes i pray darkness never goes away
