I saw you.
I saw through a sick face and old veins the deeper you dug in to dark skin and light hair. through blue eyes and fairy tales i took those fists, and clenched jaws told stories of bad words and missing endings.
Oh, my brother, the stories i could tell.
Once upon a time can have the worst endings.
Like that old wolf your teeth were made for meat and weaker things are soft.
When my skin makes you sick, when my hair wraps up in up in you,
When you vomit my blood, remember taking it from me.
Try not to choke on the last thing you'll eat.
Since i've bandaged my teeth marks, oh the stories i could tell of poisoned meat.
Since once upon a time can have the worst endings.