Ol dirty wolfstard

Living on the edge of time
Poking holes for the light to shine   forks and knives but spoons are all you care  
People run in circles you reach out no one's there  
  
Starstruck fell in love with one stare  
Fallen left alone she's always there  
True love blinding everything's just  
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust

Time is messed up all hours are the same  
Relentless effort for a prize to claim  
Days months years blend in fall like rain  
Crawling through a dream denying the pain  
  
Restless cranked doped up spun in doubt  
Homeless broke fucked up strung out  
Self righteous a fucking killing machine  
Blank stare bloody hands and a sick grin  
  
Dirty clothes covering a stingy soul  
Shivering crawling can't speak just growl  
No dreams no chance no hope in sight  
A mind full of pain something's not right
 
Its his vision blurred can't see just smell
Like a wolf tracking it's pray through hell
Blood dripping from the needle's wound
One lick the blood stops one drop fell
 Now it's all good
The pain starts to fade the vision as well
The stomach the tears just stopped
180 turn to paradise before it was hell
Day in day out the beast sleeps  
Everyday is the same kill or be killed  
I didn't choose that life I didn't knew
But who knows maybe if I had another chance tha same shit I would do
So fuck this
Fuck that
Fuck you
Fuck everyone
I am that animal  
I just been that way  
But I put the beast to sleep
Pray with me it wont awake....
Who will care you?
Fuck you gonna do?
Take the blame to the
State get a baton up to boo
Aw you thought it left the beast is here
Never too far always that near
Rabid eyes foam dripping from mouth
The grin gets bigger almost ear to ear
It's plain pain you never saw anything like that your joint can't move cant go front or back cant speak, cant shout, cant cry his eyes out, the site is brutal, this is one of our hells, swallowed by that big head with no way out

Ok this have gone enough
So each on his own path
His next poem, his next story
Or maybe its time for "daddy I am sorry"

Maybe just a drum poem
Or a story from back then
Or maybe he will start to live
The moments he just want to give