Pain and death

Wounds fade… but the pain never truly goes. In a dark world full of woes why should I run from wolves? If death wants me in throes Who am I to avoid my curse? The blood I bleed Is the blood they need? Why deny them their feed? For my blood, they’re greedy They all come and seem so needy. They want to suck me dry Is death a reliever? Isn’t pain just an escort, So that no death should be without effort? Therefore I claw, I cut and I bite Then why does it not bleed? Shrouded in darkness Pain and loneliness Still I pay no heed To whispers begging me to hide. Is it the scars, Or the tears… That determine pain? Is it death…? Or is it life For which one should strive?