My Wolf.

Rough, rugged, full of hate
One need, one thrill
An animalistic frenzied pace
You draw me in, the scent of blood
Sends my heart beating,
a sound that you love.

Your stare it keeps me
in your thrall I stay
Paralyzed by your tranquility
a jerk of movement, I hit the ground
under your heat and mass
Eyes, claws, mess of fear

I feel nothing anymore
you’ve taken what you want
a machine built for one thing
how long does your master wait?
After all this time, punishment
you’ve created art, a painting of flesh