The Wolf


You don't comprehend.


My thoughts, my dreams

And even my nightmares

Run and case after me

When the music is over.

When the party ends

And everyone goes home.


My soul frantically bends,

And I see a wolf, alone.

A hungry predator, a beast,

Looking for its feast.

But I am flesh and bone,

I cannot hold it back.


Finally it fiercely attacks,

Slamming into my back,

Throwing me to the side,

But I cannot hide.

You don't comprehend

And neither do I.


The wolf is in me,

In my skull, behind my eye.

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