Hi, this is going to be my first poem about how some wolves feel about the human race. Read and Review!

Gone

I lay on the ground my memories are

Gone

I hate it, I always have, but they don't care they're

Gone

I listen to the rain all around me, the sun is no longer here it's

Gone

They left me here to die yesterday, saying I was too far

Gone

But I wish that they would stop the pain long enough to answer me this, am I the only one too far

Gone

Too be saved?

They're so prejudice, taking one look at my kind, and me taking our loved ones away, then, they're

Gone

I hate them; they hate me, why is hating making everyone so distant from each other so

Gone?

I don't believe in leaving anyone, or anything behind, but they're always

Gone

Thinking that they're too good to help others, even if the person is one of their own kind, so

Gone

Thinking that they're too far ahead to be seen by any of us that can see more than anything, thinking that they're so far

Gone

I think that's how they want to be remembered as, when the world ends because of them and we enter Paradise

Gone

Read and review, open for any advice and compliments