Running With The Wolves

When I say I’m running with the wolves,
You may only stop and wonder.
So to save you from your confusion,
I’ll describe to you this thunder.

My mind is chaotic with this lightning;
It’s illuminating my failures to you all,
So breathe deep this revelation,
As I describe to you my downfall.

My heart is slowly dying;
Pierced with this poisoned blade
Of indignation and lies.
Soon the steady beat will fade

And die. He stole his heart back,
Left mine to become bitter and rot.
No longer content with me,
He searches for a time he forgot.

Now I am lost and empty,
Alone in this dismal horror.
I must find my escape,
If only a while I may borrow.

You will wake in the morn,
And as always I will not be there,
But know that I love you,
And for you I’ll always care.

I have found my path
And followed it on.
My Guardian has received me,
And so I must be gone.
But leave behind your tears,
As I have left my own,
With them I have left my Spirit,
To guide you all the way home.

So tonight, I’m running with the wolves.