Forgotten Wolves - Endwell

Abandon in hopeless droves

Were the forlorn ones/the sorrowful

Bereft of love/devoid of soul

No chosen ones/we rise and fall

We are the woes of thousands

The desolate/depressionists

Low and behold/cold is your world

Walk with four walls around me

Cut off from all your scorn

Deprived of all but loathing

This life’s worth so much more

All this will cease to be/my rage begins to peak

No more pride choking APATHY

Now more alone that you thought you could be

All my suffering/the lies that I live and breathe

Self-reproach for the darkness in me

Self inflicted catastrophy

When the darkness no longer exists

Just the void caused by its excess

Soon the ground beneath starts to break

Feel your foundation growing weak

The reality will soon set in/your fears have become your end

When reflection is cloaked in despair

And the end has never been more clear

All the bridges that you’ve burned out of SPITE

Have left you stranded and on the wrong side

Now your joy fades into grief

With everything in it’s WRONG PLACE