Break the chains,

The rope, the cloth,

Remove them from my body,

They're not really soft,

Erase me from your mind,

And let it all at ease,

Apparently I am dark,

I am ruthless,

I am nothing like a kind sheep,

Me, a monster,

Me, a lost, wandering soul,

Me, everything that a wolf should be,

It is I,

The one you hate,

The one you despise,

Moan not with satisfaction and pleasure,

But with an angsty, horrified and high-pitched groan

Yell not like how the waves hit the rocks,

But how a knife scratches glass,

Glass that would be broken,

Shatter me,

Yet you can't,

Because you cannot break a sword,

A sword that's already broken,

Sacred my secrets,

My secrets of my deep sadness,

It's not my darkness you see,

But the tears of my agony,

I show my catastrophe,

I don't give calamity,

Like a mirror reflects your identity,

My emotions,

My body language,

It reflects my animosity,

My life,

My well being.