A whisper, here,
to break the quiet.
To spark the flame,
and begin the fright.

A tear shed, there,
like a prayer in the dark,
to no one but yourself-
in the air, a bloody bark;

From somewhere in the woods–
the woods inside your mind,
where the wolves have come to feed;
a lowly creature whines.

There is no one there but me. No Devil to blame, but myself.
Left to suffer as a human being must.
Whining as a wolf, dying as a human.