THERE ARE WOLVES ON THE FLOOR THEY'RE ON ALL DIFFERENT SIDES
THERE’S A LINE THAT I SHOULD NOT CROSS
THEY’LL SNARL AND THEY’LL CRY ALL NIGHT
THEY’LL KEEP ME AWAKE IN DREAMS
I HOPE THEY DONT KNOW MY NAME
I HOPE THAT THEY'RE GONE
MAROONED BY THE SUFFERING DETAILED DARKNESS
THEY ARE ALIVE BUT THEY ARE RESTING
DON'T WAKE THEM
THERE ARE WOLVES ON THE FLOOR THEY PARDON YOUR WAY
THEN THEY WILL GATHER AT THE DOOR
THESE GATES OF REASON AND TIME
WHERE I WISH FOR FREEDOM
AND RECOVERING CRUEL BURDEN
I HELP THE UNDESERVING EARTH OF THE PROMISED
LAND
I DIE ALONGSIDE THE HEALING ONES
THE HORRORS
OF THE BODY AND THE MIND SEPERATED
BY AN ARMY OF TEACHINGS CONFINED TO THEIR BEDS
BY A MILLION DIFFERENT HANDS ACROSS THE RIVERS
OF SOCIETY AND SOLITUDE
SHOW ME WHERE I CAN BE A SLAVE
BEYOND THE SHREDS OF FALSE LIGHT THAT BECKON ME TO
DRINK UP THE NIGHT LIKE PEASANT
WINE
THERE ARE WOLVES ON THE FLOOR I KNOW
THEY WATCH ME
HOW THEY WATCH ME
LIKE THE MOONLIGHT WATCHES THE SEA
About the Creator
Daniel Evans
“Do you hate people?”
“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski
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