Wolves

it's not
like you
can blame me
i was hungry
hadn't eaten for days
and you were the first thing i saw
it was worth it

but now that i've tasted blood
i will ne'er be free
from the lust that comes
when your bandage comes loose
and my heart races
and i come after you

now
what has become of
grace?
mercy?
goodness?

now that your flesh
is hanging by a string
and i'm sitting in a tree
smiling