• where i am to cry a dieing wolf,
    my will has been over taken
    my body has given out my heart pounds so slow wait to come to stop.

    and I lie where to die
    let this be my snowy grave
    as I lie in the hills of pain
    they feel as if they are bordering moutain they have grown so tall and i so weak
    blood flows from the very place I lay
    so white and beautiful the ground was only to be stained by my flithy red blood.


    But yet its to be my snowy grave
    if they come
    to whom I love
    tell them this:
    bury me face first into the ground
    so the entire world will see the pain filled horror
    to never witness the smile I had as I left.

    And so the dirt can seal away my tears that I had shead lonesomely as I slowly enter the valley of the dead.


    My silver eyes turned pale as it slowly leaks
    out from my deep bullet wound
    that turns my fur cover skin
    red with overflowing blood
    so my eyes turn white to show I am ever so weak
    and wish to be held to be loved
    in my finally good bye

    must it be
    that this is the end
    and I cannot stand
    muchless climb the moutain of pain
    my final hour
    is there no one to come
    no one to brang me from the door step
    of the reaper
    does no one care
    as i lie
    in my final moment
    in my snowy red grave
    give my last good bye
    praying is there no one
    who will save me
    if not tell them to bury me face down in
    my grave so no one can witness my final farewell