lonely wolf

January 20, 2010
By , dallas, TX
he hunts in the night baring his fangs
sits on the mountain cold and lonely
he sits on the mountain and softly sangs
the song of death to ease the pain.

he sits on the mountain and loudly howls
and calls his minions of the dark
he sits on the mountain and he stills mourns
the death of his one true love
he sits on the mountain and hangs his head only to die and die again.





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