Dogsoldiers
Wolves of the hunt,
sniffling, howling now and then,
they're coming for me,
they're near
Wolves of the hunt,
stalking the prey, itching to feed,
no patience, wait a bit more,
they always taste better when scared
Wolves of the hunt,
approaching the door, bursting in,
running around, growling like mad,
doors burst open, it's time to die
A step
A claw
Death.
sniffling, howling now and then,
they're coming for me,
they're near
Wolves of the hunt,
stalking the prey, itching to feed,
no patience, wait a bit more,
they always taste better when scared
Wolves of the hunt,
approaching the door, bursting in,
running around, growling like mad,
doors burst open, it's time to die
A step
A claw
Death.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The Mystery Pianist: | Maandag, maart 05, 2007 21:02 |
| ter herinnering aan de film die ik nooit ''s nachts had moeten kijken -_- | |
| lexx: | Maandag, maart 05, 2007 10:37 |
| Rauw .. Geef mij maar puppy''s vol devotie likkend :) |
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 maart 2007 | ||
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