All my friends are wolves They bear a hunger in solitude They lost the world of their desires They stay locked up beside skeletons Rainbows of sadness, new emotions Yellow as birds they had known Hold up the smile, lose your life
One response to “All My Friends Are Wolves (a poem)”
[…] in the eyes of your lover? Do you see the steam rising from the hole in the ground? Do you hear the wolves howling at your front door? Do you think God is merciful? The last time I checked, God was eating […]
One response to “All My Friends Are Wolves (a poem)”
[…] in the eyes of your lover? Do you see the steam rising from the hole in the ground? Do you hear the wolves howling at your front door? Do you think God is merciful? The last time I checked, God was eating […]