Like a wolf,
I crave for my pray,
I see her in the pale moon light,
She rests on a great plain,
She is exhausted,
My thirst for her blood is so savage,
I have tracked her from my home territory,
Her galloping was not enough,
I'm lurking in long dark grass,
The suspense is unbearable,
I long to pin her begging to the floor,
And sink my jaws into her throat.

As the sun set on the vast turf plains,
the last ride form the dense town came,
it was as if I could finally breath,
a precious place with no hurt,
the heaven of earth with no cares,
a breath of fresh air.

An Angel led me there,
So beautiful no normal man would dare,
to follow her from the hellish pits of the the town.
she took me by the hand,
and showed me the world through open eyes,
she gave me her gorgeous wings to fly.

We walked bare foot through the land of the dead where we did not disrespect,
as our toes touched the earth she taught me and the dead how to connect,
she showed me where life began,
where the creature crawled out of the sea,
the mud was a reminder,
of life's circles and the dead left behind me and her.

But this place was to sacred for me,
I knew I had to go back the the town where mortals should be,
the dark rider turned up early to take me away,
I longed to stay,
but I was dragged back to the pits,
just left with the haunting touch of our lips.

I'll be honest,
I'm scaired of you,
Not of your perthetic **** of a body,
But you are mentally intimidating,
You have the ability to manipulate people against me,
You believe you are mentally superior,
More popular,
More mature,
And you know I rely on you.

Tell me,
When I no longer rely on you,
And you make me lose my rag,
How superior will you be?
When I tear you limb from limb,
And there is nothing you can do,
You are helpless and hopeless,
Only then will you relise,
that you have made my life hell.

The wild beast,
paces up and down his window,
he is fully capable of jumping the fence,
but why doesn't he?

Is it because he knows his next meal is coming from the keepers?
Is it that he likes the attention from the terrified people looking in?
Is the reason that he is to naive to think of such a thing?
Is it he has no reason to and he doesn't know any better than just pacing?

Or could it be that he understands the terror of the keepers who would lose him?
He just wants peace and he knows there would be no freedom,
the keepers would always be right behind him,
so he has no choice but to pace in his man made cave.

Is it his origin?

His Physique?

  His mentality?

   His mannerisms?

    Or is it something deeper,
something harder to explain?

We all have a goal,
a mind as strong as the body,
or a body as strong as the mind,
few have both in this world.

That's right we do have them,
they don't hurt in the same way,
but they're a pain in the ***,
and they **** up my days!

Some of us get grumpy,
some of us get easily ******,
some of us get sulky,
and it normally equates to this!

I feel ****,
when my gorgeous girl is away,
call me ***** although I won't be labelled as a ******,
why can't my lovely just stay!

I have wondered for so long,
What makes me feel this way,
So traumatised by everything,
And it's like this everyday.

I use to be afraid of my family and friends dieing,
I use to feel sick in the morning,
I use to cry when the sunset,
I thought my dieing day was dawning.

Now all the small things are so big,
I have spazums and muscle tension,
I worry about the one I love and if she stays the one,
I fear in my future life there will be no redemption.

The nausea and diarrhoea still cling on,
I sometimes lose sleep,
My heart pounds and my eyes widen,
I growl and sometime shiver and weep.

I think I found it after all these years,
The experts call it GAD,
Am I right?
Will I ever be free?