Pain--again

I thought I ended this darkness, locking it in an abyss all its own. Rain falls, growls of wolves echo, snapping, gnashing their teeth at my heels. Sister with outstretched hands, you wolf in sheep's clothing, you bear your venomous teeth of daggers. I once thought that I filled this hole but As the wolf stands within inches it calls into the darkness. Sitting waiting to devour me, waits, for the pain to take hold to give it permission to overtake My head pounds with fiery, I will not meet its gaze Persistent Anguish Incomparable Nerves I will not grant this wolf satisfaction