Snarling as I flash my teeth

Biting down on the hands that feed

Blood splatters follow me

Wailing that others will bleed

A fix for the night will leave me nice

A fix for the night will leave me violent when the sun is bright

Has the past overtaken my autonomy

Did my unforgotten truths take hold of my beliefs

Were my early memories the reason I lay in defeat

There are people with fangs lodged in their heads

But they’re not aggressive

They smile lovingly

They learned how to break their treacherous habits

Now, blood doesn’t drip down their knees