Requiem of the wolves

I walked a path decayed with deception, and upon the cobblestone I fell.
The downpour descending from the dismal sky above caressed my weary eyes.
My weakened limbs refused command, and I was instead abandoned there.
With only my thoughts, and nothing more.

I entrusted my self to the wolves, and in turn was torn down by their claws.
I joined them in their game, and lost myself in the labyrinth.
Now I lay alone, broken and hollow.
With only my thoughts, and nothing more.

We are the masquerade, hiding the monsters inside us.
We are the exploited, used until we are no longer useful.
We consume the pain we bring others.
We survive on the heartache, and deceit.

We are the wolves; we sing our requiem to the moon.
We ultimately lose the game.
And are left with only our thoughts, and nothing more.