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There’s a wolf at the door

Lurking and waiting forever more.

It sits and it wait for me to come

And than when I do its all but gone

Only the muddy paw prints that stay left behind.

Than it jumps up and bits me

I wake up every time.

The only thing I know the only thing I see

Is that the wolf

The wolf is me..

Is it my quest to walk this path

To be the monster

To be the pray

To hold on to nothingness everyday.