The Hungry Wolf
its stalks those you feel joy and happiness
and feeds off misery and self-doubt
until they're dead
they can no longer scream or shout
It skulks around the in the shadows
waiting for the sounds of a lover, with a broken heart
or a mother cring for her lost child
it can be so close, but u'd never know, for no one is that smart
The wolf knows, all good things must come to an end
he finds couples that are in love and just waits
when one gets thier heart broke, and waits for it to mend
the darkness provides a perfect place for the Wolf to strike
poem by Born Frustrated
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