“You want more?”
He asked as he punched me
“You are weak and but a sheep”
He punched me again
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
He shouted as he speak
Blood runs through my face
All he did was gaze
“What are you staring at me sheep?”
“You want more ?”
He punched me again
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
My face is drowning with my blood
He kept denigrating my existence
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
Fear and tremble conquered me
He held my neck and punched me again
“You are weak! You are worthless”
He looked me in the eye smiling
As I saw my bloody reflection
The sudden anger and rage erupted in me
I punched his face
Woven with blood viciously
I picked a stone and hit his face
His words kept coming out from my mouth
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep”
As he cried in pain and begged for mercy
I hit him again and again
I can hear the voice of his skull cracking
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
I’m wet with his blood and mine
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
I shouted in anger as death embraced him
“Who am I? Ask me who am I?”
“I am a wolf and you are my sheep!”
Poetry and Art Is Life 