Raised by WOLVES

Running barefoot long and far my feet grow old with one inch calluses 

Unleashed out of my cage

Free with glee 

No leash can stop me

I can smell the the trees sprouting

Really I can only see in the dark

High up on a ledge I sit

Howling at the moon

Making marks of this is my territory 

Hair blowing past me with some strays

White faced with rage

I jump into the sky 

Claws stretched ready to clench down

Gravity centers lost

I catch this prey that's under my nose

Show them it's time to die

Gnawing the pain I painted away 

Not everyone can rule the world

Now I hide cause my guilty pleasure won't stop raging out 

I was trained and unbehaved 

My pack took count on each of my preys 

I received very little of my effort

My coats thin but not dry 

My grudges are still there but not as gnarly 

I live for survival not necessarily life in general