Here I am, again,
caught by surprise.
Wolves no longer
hiding in disguise.
Spending too much time
regretting the moments,
and missing the signs.
Veracity of their
sinister delights; indeed
restlessness greets the night.
My soul is in dismay;
they trample on my kindness,
inhumane some would say.
There is something I possess.
Hmmm… Maybe it possesses me.
Sooner or later, I’m gonna set it free.
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