They call me the "Lone Wolf" as I cry in a corner,
For they not see of the pain.
For I love of something I can't do.
For I crave the taste of blood.
For I want to be free.
For I feel aggressive,
For I will kill.
But they don't see,
No one ever does.
The moon leaves me alone in the day.
She likes to see me suffer.
She finds it amusing.
I'll do anything for her so I take in the pain.
She makes me feel things I've never felt.
A Lone Wolf will feel pain today.
