I’m nothing.

I don’t have blood to bleed

I don’t have mind to think

I don’t have heart to give

“let it bleed

let it be

let it grieve.”

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is not a carnivore would do. I know i witness and i understand. So, that I’m a wolf in a sheep cloth. I wish I was a stupid sheep who eats grass without having it scream when you chew.

I grieve for the death of my morals, I grieve for the death of my prey. I grieve for everything I eat.

Trims my claws with your kindness, and blind my eyes with your wool, be my weakness. Make your way to change me to be a herbivore.

Yet, I still eat you raw.

So the will witnesses what it saw.

With the way that makes them awe.

I still prey on what makes you draw.

Mother, you’re a lion, and yet I’m a jaguar. I would never be a deer.