Wolf Bane.

Less than a pure pitch black,
My head's fixated on words
that never mattered anyhow.
I am nothing more than a stupid kid,
And my mind's transfixed on what's been killing me.
Silver rusts and collar bones crack,
and the days seem surely numbered.
Into the depths, I've thrown myself in a hole.
And today seems sure to kill me.
Festering sores caught from traveling whores,
We all have our vices, but mine aren't too pleasant.