New Hunting

I'm made ov spyders and puppy dog tails
My wyngs are torn, there's dirt in my fingernails Ay'm not like thee other "faeries" Severing worms, digging ant cemetaries

Ay'm made ov rats tails, snakes, lizards and snails Children see me but you don't believe in me Hiding in thee shadows where it's dark and scary Be very weary, I'm a grim little faerie

Scraping my arms, all I want to do is
Pound my fists and paint more beautiful bruises Slicing and biting and skewering my skin Thee pain aleviates thee agony I'm in

Eye ov rat and wyng ov bat thrown in a muddy pile A morbid game for a morbid child Who would want to make a brew so vile? Who wouldn't want to be a witch for a while?

Gin ye ca' me faerie
Ay'l wark ye muckle tarrie!