On rocky, flat and swampy grounds

On the borders

In the dim light of civilization

There is always a dim light

A primitive hunger

Along the railroad tracks

Over crossings

In the dim fluorescent light

Glass everywhere

Touching the cold ground

With bloody hands from the shards

Striding forward

Inevitable amputation

Like the wolf gnawing off its own leg

No matter how well you feed it

The wolf always has its eyes on the forrest

Claiming to know

Claiming undiluted dissapointment

I`ll risk it

Any conversation ends in exasperation

Cherish that disappointment and concentrate

Concentrate at the task at hand

You`re running the darkest alleys

You`re running the darkest corridors

Display any memorable gesture

Capture any intercut moment

Conventions of traditional narrative

Engulf the mundane

Relinquish the thoughts of past glory

Succumb to every sin one last time

Reminisce, forgive the urge to forgive

As taken on the mantle

Of unholy blessing and holy disapproval

I`m taking on the mantle

Of holy blessing

Choking howl

Wolf down