Before travelling here, before coming face to face with wolf claws, I mayn't have shied at the sight of blood but to be true, I admit defining it as delicious is a surprise at every new full moon. Bless the kitchen for making a steak practically raw to fulfill whatever part succumbs to this new pull.
I made a girl cry And I suppose the lot of us cannot help but look back, look to provide comparison between the lives we knew and the lives we forge here, in order to achieve whatever catharsis arriving in a metal coffin requires. Though I am more accustomed to travelling by wardrobe, let me assure you of this: