On my face tears disguise themselfs has rain, has my voice dissapears into the void and my being starts to vanish, my dispair for help grows, I get a grasp of light, the purest form of joy. Shakles appear around my feet and stop me from being sucked into eternal darkness. I want to go, yet, something keeps me here. Has much has my soul is tired and my spirit is broken i cannot let their hands go. The skales are nothing more than relationships and people who care for my well being. Has much has I try to push them away they always stay by my side. In presence and in thought. I see only darkness in front of me, but after all, this wolf still has teeth.