Prairie Winter

I followed your bread crumb trail
The one that led you out of the woods
I followed the path for days
And then I found you'd been gone for years

I stumbled home to my front door
Everything you own on the kitchen floor

Come home, please just
Won't you come home?
It's getting too cold for your pale skin out there

Because there are wolves, haven't you heard?
How they have a thing for blonde haired blue eyed girls like you

If any of them touches one thread on your winter coat
I'll hunt each one down and slit their god-damned throats

Your neck on the tracks
Your back was never strong enough
X's on your maps
Good luck untangling this mess