Journey Of A Lost Soul

Bones

With every bite goes a piece of myself
With every ghost, a fragment of hope.

The first bite only left a tiny scar
Till there is no more scar there to leave
and big chunks are being taken out.

As years went by, I became lightweight
But still filled with faith.

The bites started to become more and more
And I became numb, now I am only bones.

But pieces of me are with every wolf that I encountered
Hanged on their neck like a prize for others to show that I've been slaughtered.