They Call Me Wolfskin

She was a cool cat
The leader of her pack
Saying everything so right
Convincing with those tundra eyes

"All the better to see you with
My dear."

She was catastrophy alive
Embodied in a body sumblime
Listening to every word
Searching for a critising curse
With pierced tribal ears
That knew when you were near

"All the better to hear you with
My dear."

She laughed like a hyena in heat
Infectious like a plague that starts down in deep
With poisen nails that clawed at my skin
Leaving me bloody but wanting again.
And when she smiled
I worryingly
Saw in her mouth
Sharp diamond teeth

"All the better to eat you with
My dear."

She was a wolf!

She bit me and we made love 'til the morning came
She tore off my skin and ripped out my shame
She saw me as a lamb to kill
But I gave her a big suprise!

A knife made of my bones and claws
Slicing her asunder from her talons to her maw

She made me a beast with my man flesh deciest.
I feel a release as her death sets me free.

I took her hide and made it my own
To wear over my new flesh and bones.

Now they call me Wolfskin.