I see you dig your claws into them,
Boy after boy,
Before they become a man.
What can I say in protest,
Shout or yell,
They ignore those urgent calls.
I would tell them the same as the others
Run and hide.
Before she bites.
Marking you as her slave,
Beck and call,
You must attend to her.
Until I saw her sight on a lover.
Strong and handsome,
Mind untainted by her.
With her nails she tried to carve him,
Cut and trim,
Until there was nothing left.
Until her appetite she quenched.
Taking and taking
But she will never give.
She wanted what was mine.
Have and hold
What wasn't hers.
I put her in her place.
Fought and won
She will never see his face.
So she moves on to the next victim.
Next one and next one.
Until the crumpled hearts make a throne.
A throne in a kingdom that's empty
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