The Wolf's Lament

Do you think the wolf cried when it caught you?
Do you think it sobbed for hours after it consumed your heart, feasted on your soul?

You ran so fast,
You must have been exhausted.
You were so small,
Delicate and childlike.

Your grace was unknown,
Your mind not yet mature.
Your legs barely had enough strength to carry you,
And you had ran as much as you could.

When you dropped to the ground,
Feeling the bed you were soon to lie in,
Were you scared?

When those teeth wrapped carefully around your throat,
Did you cry out?
When your final breath graced the air,
Do you think the wolf mourned?


There is a burden in killing yourself because you so desperately need to live.