On nights like these.
The moonlight sends shivers down my spine.
As every horrid memory plays on rerun
Like a good movie gone bad on repeat.
On nights like these
My habits pull at my mind.
Pulling me down into the abyss.
My subconscious seems to be more alert then my mind.
Hands reach upward
Desperate for help
Yet once a lone wolf
Always and endlessly alone.
Fighting and lending a hand as an alpha would
Yet alphas handle their own self destruction.