The Captivitatis Wolves

I enter my demise as if it were my home, welcoming it with open arms
The bushes take them and turn them into scars

The wolves came fast, like race cars driving down their tracks
They looked like one as they came in their pack

They came to take my body and the bones that don’t belong to me
Might as well take my eyes so I cannot see

When the wolves finally caught up to me, tearing my lungs out of my ribs
They took what animals usually take, so they might live

And as I lie there, gathering what little I had left of my hands
I enter my demise as if it were my home, once again.