wild dogs run through my head at night
and momma thinks i'm playing games
because she doesn't see it how i do
she doesn't feel it like i do
i can hear their paws tearing up the sod outside my window pane
chasing their tails to the end of the line
the end of their days
and
panting like a bunch of *****'s when they get there
hot breath sending smoke signals to the moon  
as if to apologize to there ancestors in the stars
for leaving so soon
and i see them sitting on the hill
again
hear them outside my window at night
they can see me through these walls i'm held captive in.
they can see me.
they can see through me.
just a wolf in sheeps clothing without them
they can feel the fire in my heart
the craving for something more than all of this
they beg me to return to them for without me they are nothing as well
but i'm told that i need to make a living out of myself.
i'm told to kiss and not tell.
i'm told to cry when no one else is watching.