So suddenly
The madness came
With its
whiskered wolven ether pangs
He locked the
door
And shut the blinds
He laid down
on the floor
And he slept like iron
While the dirty knife
Worked deep into
his spine
The blood runs crazy
The blood runs crazy
Cascading
letters pool on the stairs
The grass is
high
The cats are wild
You can’t even
touch the tip of their tails
And the blood
runs crazy
With giant strides
He sang
nursery rhymes
To paralyze
The wolves
that eddy out the corner of his eyes
But
they squared him frozen where he stood
In
the glow of the furniture
Piled high for
firewood
And the blood runs crazy
With giant strides
And the
woodsman failed to breech those
Fangs in
time
So they dragged him through the
underbrush
Wearing three winter coats
And a dirty knife
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