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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