Push your fangs through my hand again and let the life flow out into rivers without end or beginning-
The fear that they know more about me than I do is ever present.
I cant shake it, and I look down its glare every day.
A wolf with no pack,
Should I end it before it comes or fight until i know my place and
Let it consume me
Curses roll from its tounge in a language only it knows
And I am afraid.
If I turn from it, it does not follow.
I am free, but only away from it.
Ill consume everything behind me.
Ill extract the nourishment I need from those before me
And become a wolf myself