• Laying here bloody and broken
    Only one thing keeps me from dieing
    A single voice from far away
    Typed words written on a crimson spotted screen
    An image forms within my mind
    Of whom does this picture depict
    The one I gave the pieces of my heart
    My father’s insults running through my head
    Nurses running to and fro
    the gentle voices of my loved ones dear
    But only one registers within my mind
    That of a lone black wolf waiting for his golden mate to appear