Wolves

it’s a fire

a passionate hatred

a fire within you

that burns within me

we’re all

trying our best

i cannot rest

until you are dead

white wolf, dark wolf

cup stays half full

shadow worn like a cape

hang on my back and pull me down

i thought about you yesterday

if i would see your face today

if i did i’d run away

confronting you would only make me sick

lick your ice cream cone

throw a tantrum

throw yourself a bone

throw it all away

Written By: Grant Jordan

Dear

dear

let me see through the technicolor haze

the smell of petrichor

dilute my selfish ways

selective sight set to sonder

assume a role in the world’s ensemble

nowhere to go, so i wander

a fitting end to life’s preamble

oh dear if i could see you now

i’d not tell you of the horrors that lie in wait

preserve your ignorant passion

you don’t have to turn into me

Written By: Grant Jordan