These voices in your head,
telling you to make her dead.
Whispers in your mind
with a chill down your spine.
No one knowing these evil thoughts,
but fearing in their hearts.
The wolf knows all ofthem,
and he knows what should be done.
He huntsin the night,
taking people from their beds.
Leaving bloodstains and broken glass.
Knowing not those evil thoughts
caused her to take her life but spared mine..
