Who was I then?
What’s become of us?
When did the time go by?
Where did it all go?
Why has it come to this?
How can I fix it?

Beating my chest like a drum made out of paper
Wearing out the scratches of text.
The wolf dressed in black.
Oh, he’s become such a mess.
Sinking his teeth in the neck of effort
Clawing his way through ties.
Abandoning what once was, and what is now.
In his world, there is no sunrise.

Howling, howling to an eternity.
Forever trapped in this null void.
The building blocks of his character
Brought down by his agony, destroyed.