a breathing pack of lies,
i've watched them
eat their young
while sleepwalking;
they spit up bones
when they think
no one is looking
(i'm looking).
a breathing pack of lies,
i've seen them do it;
they go down grinning
and come up again
covered in crimson,
still smiling,
a chemical white half-moon
against a red night sky
(they don't see me).
a breathing pack of lies,
i watch them
whether my eyes
are closed or opened;
and when I hide
under the covers
they believe
that i want to be found
(i just want to dream).
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