Soft.

My teenage angst lays dormant in my mind. Empty bottles and fast music unleash the monster that is my rage.. Nothing like the screams of horror in the darkness to let you know you're alive. The city is shambles. The sheep have been let out of the pen. While wolves circled in. Walking the streets sometime after midnight.. Burning cars and smoldering buildings lead my way to my fate. Am I a sheep or a wolf?