Dear wolf boy,

Dear Wolf boy,

You hold on to me so tight

Pulling and pushing till i lose my fight

Crimson red in the shape of you

I try to think of something new

But your hands are always light

On my faded skin

I pray you find a new toy

As this one is dying within

One day you’ll realize

That i don’t like how you sin

I turn as you touch me

Now i can be free