I don't know what it is.
It seems I'm slowly receding
Into the Earth on which I am seated.
The wolf on the inside tries to snarl and fight.
It tears and scratches at the steel doors of my conscious,
But I ignore it and continue with my melancholic musings.
To tell the truth maybe this is for the best.
I won't be in the way anymore.
So I can't inconvenience others
And I won't decieve myself into thinking I'm helping them.