Broken Under Presher The Wolf Of The Creaters Fangs :) Poem by Lisa Bray

fire burns withen my soul
thirsting for your blood
killing your dreams and your familys memory's of a normal human life.
taking your life is my soul's fire and my hearts blood.
watching you as and keeping you in pain.
i take my toung and slowly move it around my lips.
my fangs grow and my fur stans on tip.
my lips are pulled up by my up lip musels.
i grawl with an endless 'Grrrrrr'
i jump you scream and i pounce on your throught ripping your fleash.
you are in pain and i dont feel athing.
your life is gone you cant scream you cant feel.
you use to be my love keeping me alive i this big world.
but you broken my heart so i broken your fleash good bye my love.


ppl i hate and they broken my heart
charles persinger.
chris raver.
.............. to be countenued