We Are The Coyotes Poem by Derek Kuborn

I hear the floorboards moaning,
And the walls they make me sick.
I'm living in a coffin
Full of men who paid for tricks.
Like soldiers in a cupboard,
He stores me at his will.
My arms are made of rifles,
And I'm coming for the kill.

I'm grinding my teeth till there's nothing left.
You're posture makes me nervous as hell.
You're love is deadly so I'm going to sell
You to a gypsy who lives at the bottom of a well.

Do you hear the coyotes coming.
They always shoot for the throat.
I saw myself die behind the curtains.
It seemed my story was getting old.
I keep an hourglass around my neck
To help tell everyone my time.
I hear its six six six in heaven
And that your love is better than mine.