He looks upon the Horizon
Searching for something he can’t find
He wishes for a life of happiness
But it’s too late for him

He has molded the creature he is now
Living only on his despair alone
He thrives for something more, companionship
As much as he wants it, his heart won’t take it

He is forever alone in a world that doesn’t want him
A world that rejects him for the demon inside
The demon he created in the years of loneliness
Even in his anointment, the world turns its back

The sun sets before him, leaving him to the darkness
Not a sound is heard as he sighs as continues walking
He doesn’t know where to go, only knows what he has to find
The lone wolf continues his journey for the unreachable.