Patient Wolf
A gentleman is simply a patient wolf. Teeth grinning. Teeth showing. XXXXX I can't even spell the wreck that it is. Rules meant to govern what's right and what's wrong. I'll just sink my teeth into all that is going on. I can see scraps, better yet, I can smell them. Relinquish your hold and demolish your funds. A great deal of emotion and a fuck ton of rotation and this is where we find ourselves. Remember when you were carried in by someone else and carried out by yourself? Doesn't it seem backwards how we can't even help ourselves. Doesn't it seem mad how we pretend that we're someone else when we are no one but ourselves. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, everytime you make steady, unwavering eye contact with me, in my mind you die a thousand times. Once from the jugulars, once from your eyes, Once from your wrists, the last from your thighs. Us gentlemen are patient wolves, only problem is we have hungry eyes.