Throw me to the wolves,
let them devour my flesh.
Watch and point as they tear,
my flesh from my bones.
Laugh as the crows come,
to finish what is left.
Leaving nothing,
but my bear bones.
What becomes of my soul?
About Me
- the Deuce
- I am your average college student. I sleep a lot and I work a lot. I have been playing guitar for about 4 years and I just started playing the drums. Thats bout it.
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