The Wolves

My mind is like a pack of wild dogs Just waiting for a moment alone before they pounce me from all sides and I've gone tired of trying to tame the wolves When it's so much easier to lie down and let them tear me limb from limb. They already have been Small parts of me they escape with over time It would be no different to accept my fate now Than to exhaust the futile fight That we all know each ends in my demise. I can feel them surrounding me Ready to bite and I don't think I intend to stop them this time.