Endless days of mental sickness
Round the clock, nothing but darkness
This beast that lives inside my brain
He’s feasting away, I’m going insane

“Your thoughts are ****”
SHUT UP!!!
“Your soul is too”
STOP!!!
“All you think and care about is you”

Will it ever get better?
Will this noise ever quit?
Somehow masking my torture
In laughter and wit

They say the wolf that you feed
Will be champion of the ring
Well, I feed this wolf my self-hatred
He eats like a king

Even now as I pour my heart onto page
All I hear is criticism
That voice, screaming with rage

I dream of the day
The wolf escapes from his cage

Chicken, do you sometimes look up and get jealous?
Lone wolf are you afraid of the crowd?
Or really comfortable with yourself?
Black sheep are you fine with being different?
Or do you wish you were colour-blind, at times?

We are cyclic beings
Living under our cyclic mother
We howl to her and she turns red
Our cheeks and finger tips blush
Like a cherry
Like blood
Like a fire with a heart
We become her
We bleed, we ovulate, we phase
In an infinity loop
(Mirror images, round, fertile energies)
Becoming and unbecoming

The girl who cried wolves
has been told too many times
to shut her mouth
that now she is crying her own name
having she herself become
the wolf.