I was once...

You cannot change a predator into prey

I was once a wolf and enjoyed a good hunt.
The rabbits where plentiful and my teeth always thirst for blood.

I got upset with their faces though, I liked the taste but not their cries.
I slowly began to change my ways and in return myself before some eyes.

What I’ve become however is not better, maybe even worse.
I grew some more legs and a new power I learned, a spider lays and waits, the flies will get what they deserve.

I no longer chase, all I do is wait for them to come, they get tangled in my web and now it’s even easier to say that the fault is not my own.
They get stuck for a very long time, as wolf it would be over soon.

Though no one likes a spider, people will defend a wolf.
The only ones who come to me are the ones who believe they have no worth.

There is no pity for me, because any I’m shown ends with their life being slowly sucked away.
Perhaps I don’t mean to, in fact I never did from the start.

I do have a large hunger though, and it would be a shame if I allowed myself to starve...