I am a wolf.
A cold and heartless thing.
I howl at the moon to release the anguish that silently brews within me.
Everyday I listen to the wind,
And smell the scent of all that live around.
There beating hearts sound in my ears, while my nose burns with the scent of there blood.
With a face marred with scars, And gruelling fangs.
No one could touch me because I am untouchable.
I am a wolf.
