In my chest, my ribs protect,
Hard bones, a dying fire,
An empty void I neglect,
Surrounded by electrical barb wire.
My demons awaken,
The wolves, howl with the full moon,
Every creature which sleeps inside. God-forsaken.
What a sad, lonely tune.
They confuse my kindness,
Assume it is weakness. Sinister grin.
I introduce hell,
It wears my skin.