Can't Bite Off Flesh by BookDefender777, literature
Literature
Can't Bite Off Flesh
We used to do this cool thing we'd throw our voices sort of never use more than three syllables I promised myself that I'd stop talking about my dreams doing without pranks and riddles thanks for doing that much I could never do this I could never do so little.
I’m half the man I ought to be as I allow my devils free and loose the rein of biting will to chain my better angles still this sin, it was a garb of dread a glee to wear but easily shed and now it stains me to the bone my angels, broken, long have flown the mask of kindness has its place but sin so cruel shall be my face.