preface
lone wolf
A predator waits within the
depths of existence,
creeping within the conscience
of safety,
it creeps with a sense of what it
wants,
the deepest way he'll crawl and suffer
with no heart of a humans,
but of pure bred wolf.
Its tongue quenches for the blood
of the innocent,
but there's only one that he craves
for.
When he sees her in his mind
is set to oblivion,
the hair all over and stands on
edge and somewhere beneath the hate
his heart was beating.
The confusion he has reverts to
anger,
as he tears through his lies to tell
her how he truly feels,
but only the yearning to kill her
intensified each time,
every breath that he took was hesitant
because something in his heart restrained
him.
The thoughts of love in his
mind was becoming so strong
and clear,
because no matter how much
he tried to shake the feeling
it kept coming here and there,
so there he sat crouched within
the abyss of his anger,
wondering why his heart beats
once more,
for such a beautiful human
— Elizabeth Tyease Collins
