There’s a wolf beneath my skin, not cruel, but carved from bone and sin. It waits in shadows, breath held tight, a whisper in the dead of night. It knows the path I fear to tread, the hunger I have left unfed. Its howl is not of rage but need a wildness I was born to heed. It stalks the lies I tell by day, then bares its truth and won’t obey. Not beast, not curse, but something true, the part of me I always knew. I am not tame, not built to hide there’s power in the wolf inside.
There’s a wolf beneath my skin, not cruel, but carved from bone and sin. It waits in shadows, breath held tight, a whisper in the dead of night. It knows the path I fear to tread, the hunger I have left unfed. Its howl is not of rage but need a wildness I was born to heed. It stalks the lies I tell by day, then bares its truth and won’t obey. Not beast, not curse, but something true, the part of me I always knew. I am not tame, not built to hide there’s power in the wolf inside.
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