The Lonely Wolf

On a dark and cold night
When only demons you fight
He who lives inside
Surfaces in sight
No stranger he is to you
A friend he cannot profess to be too
Slowly he spreads his gloom within
And a desperation that knows no end
His Wretchedness and loneliness
in your soul; they slowly blend
His sorrows flow through your eyes too
For the lonely wolf, lives in both, me and you.