Abyssal, Elder

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,

Ravenous

Angry.

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.

So,

Ill consume everything behind me.

Ill extract the nourishment I need from those before me

And become a wolf myself

Tireless,

Void,

Knowing