Fangs

I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well
Your mouth was on fire and bone sore
I know you dug for years below the ground
You shouldn’t be wild inside if you’re a beast in the headlights
In an instant your predator hands reached to the throat
I knew you were waiting to die the whole time
Your legs they swung for hours in semi-spires
You shouldn’t be wild inside if you’re a beast in the headlights