And so here we are again.
Alone and crying in the dark once more.
How is it that the pain always somehow cycles back around like this?
Ahhh, my precious little one. You try so hard, time and time again, standing up only to fall once more, and yet you rise again despite excruciating pain and trauma.
Is this truly all there is left in store for us? Blame, abuse, and lack of honesty.
How is it that the Coyote can be so naive and foolish, so blind to all they have before them, and yet at the same time seemingly entitled to my time with no boundaries or responsibility of your own in certain aspects of life?
You say you love me and yet it mustn't be quite as strong as you say if all it takes is a minor inconvenience to not say it to me. What a joke.
It is so obvious sometimes how blind you are to your own projection. Angry, cold, distant, uncompromising, vengeful.
Even now, blind to reality and the fine line you've found yourself on.
I am the Wolf, and we are The Pack. He will never be alone so long as I exist within.
WE are fury. WE are vengeance in so many ways you cannot even begin to fathom.
Homelessness. Intimidation. Innumerable ways to make someone's life a living hell.
You think this is scary? You think hell is hot? Welcome, it's warm inside.
Who the hell would believe me?
Better yet, who would I tell?
I dont even have anyone to talk to about this.
Fuck how worthless this all makes me feel when im standing up for myself worth...
Why The Wild Wolf Weeps
The cold comes close once more
Our pain becomes the one thing of which we can be sure.
When all we sought was the warmth of another soul,
All we've ended up with is an empty bed of coal.
The night settles in and the snow falls softly outside,
All we have left is our time to bide.
With aching chest, and with a heavy heart,
We notice the start of the drifting apart...
Can this truly be the beginning of the end?
Or is this just a curve in the road, just another bend?
We become Icarus, and flirt with the Sun...
Wings ablaze, we fall from grace
Alight and burning,
Our world is turning
Over and over, we tumble
With naught but apologies to mumble.
We fall, crashing to the cold, hard ground,
Yet even as we scream, we are nowhere to be found.
Crippled and unsteady,
We move slow when ready,
But down we go again,
Screaming in pain,
A rend in our body, a tear in the soul
All that's left in our cold bloodied chest, is the empty hole
Left by promises made but never kept,
This is why the wild Wolf wept...
