John Tustin

The Wolves Are at The Door

The wolves are at the door
I can hear them howl
Scratching at the floor
Mouths are sharp and foul

In here all alone
Just a skeleton in skin
Mere flesh upon the bone
I know they’re getting in

I’ll miss my loving daughter
And my understanding son
Thinking as I’m slaughtered
That the predators have won

No more will I hold you near
Your love dissolving hate
I shed my clothes, I shed my fear
And just accept my fate

The wolves have breached the barricades
The shit has hit the fan
My eyes are blood, all feeling fades
Turns out I’m just a man

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