Crowbar - Wolfrik

If he would’ve known what would arise in that house he would’ve lit a match and

burned that mother

Fucker down

Infatuated with the lust of another tongue his nostrils flared at the scent of

another gazing on his marrow

Paws off

She never saw his eyes glowing with the most venomous lust or his mouth curled

up in a snarl like a dog

Sweat gleaming against the neon lights

Never saw it coming cause she never saw nothing at all

She never heard the panting of a traitor she never expected the instigator

Blinded by fear and a curdling stomach she saw the bite marks but she don’t

know who done it

Intoxicated with the lies of a lovers lips she’ll suck him dry exposing the

very teeth that tore out her

Fucking pride

The walls opened their eyes on that fateful evening

The house starting shifting the carpet was breathing

And under the breath of that weathered building a curse was uttered and a

spirit awakened

The cauldron boiled under a crimson moon

Repugnant aroma of impending doom

Burn out your throat embrace the gloom

You won’t be leaving here anytime soon

She never saw his eyes glowing with the most venomous lust or his teeth bared

threatening to sink into

Her neck

Her brush with raised bristles was blinded by the fact that the sky was

overcome by a blanket of black

Incarcerated for the bite of another dog he sits and waits while the snarling

bastard chews on his broken

Bone

And as he sits away

Locked away for countless days

Every time he closes his eyes he sees her face

He didn’t take a bite but still was somehow blamed for the feast