LONE WOLF ON THE PROWL

Floating in a dream
I travel back in time
To the while when I lost my mind

 

I am a man devoid of soul
Neither alive nor dead
A predator on the prowl

 

Desolate land
Covered in snow
Trail of blood,
Do not know where it goes

 

Wind howled; crows cawed
Silent cry of the land
Thundered like a foreboding song
Clapped my hands on my ears
Pretending, the song, I could not hear
Followed the trail of blood
To where they sacrifice the souls
They took mine a long time ago

 

I am a traveler
Traveling through time
In search of the lost soul
Which had been mine

 

Time and society took away my soul
Now I am a lone wolf
Hunting through desolation and snow
To bite and tear into the
The juicy flesh of time
I don't know, nor do I care
What would happen
To this soulless body of mine
If I can't have my soul
Then I won't let you have what's mine