The wolf stands at my doorstep
Howling
Scratching
Begging for the key
I told the wolf that I would lock the door and hide the key
Even though the wolf escaped
It found that the outside world was no match for its sharp teeth
Gnawing on familiar bones
Bones that have already been cleaned of flesh
Still the wolf wants more
Until the bone marrow is drawn
He finds the skeletons in your closet to be his favorite meal
Still hungry
He runs from home to home
Typically breaking and entering
Is against the law
But the wolf knows his way around the law
The more naive the victim, the better.
He says
He also tells me that he is no longer scared of living
Because he is no longer scared of death
And in that moment I realized how incredibly scared I was of dying
As I held the pills in the palm of my hand
I didn't think of the afterlife

Love is a monstrous disease
It blinds some
And cures most
When it's gone
You feel as if your veins are missing venom
You’re carving out your insides to find something invisible to the naked eye
  
I guess I still haven't mastered how to train a wild animal how to be loved

Maybe I am more wolf than dog
Maybe I am more pack than lone

They say addicts are self medicating
But what if the addict isn't an addict at all

He looked at world with pistol eyes
and never lacked ammunition

And I guess it's hard to see something when it's not there

His hands are shaking
He has lost control
Maybe there is something beautiful in a loss of control
The world is picturesque
Daydream
Nothing seems real anymore

Mistakes keep piling up but he doesn't forget to take out the trash

Sweep it under the rug
Let's just not talk about it

Because it's better living this way

Until you go to sleep at night
That's when you have the most trouble

Sleeping still
Sleep paralysis
You don't see anything in the corner of your room
Nothing haunts you more than yourself
You cannot move
You feel like you cannot breathe

Your hand is no longer shaking
But you are
On the inside
Just as much as you were before

Howling