Wolves

wolves.

you shake me
what you made me
has turned to dust
you woke me from
a dark summer sleep
you pulled me from
you pulled me from
the summer i once had
the slumber i once had
the days gone by
i’ll never get back

are you where you wanted to be now?
happy and free, through my summer dream now
while i’m awake all winter long
clinging to icicles sharp and wrong
i don’t belong here but you threw me to these wolves

i hate the winter
this you know
cold and steep
these hills of snow
make me look weak

but i beg you to rewrite the dust
and put me back to sleep
cause i’m awake all winter long
clinging to icicles sharp and wrong
and i don’t belong here but you, you threw me to these wolves.

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