Left to stumble alone,
a mockery of happiness.

Limping over broken twigs,
paws stained a dark red: I cry.

Shadows of sin chase me,
and I howl to the stars above.

Nobody looks twice
at the sad wolves that cry
into the blackness of night.

Stepping on thorns,
pushing through brambles:
A lone tear leaks through
the blue of my eyes.

I am only pieces
Of what my pack left behind;
*They stole my pride.