I sit here naked and alone
No one to love or hold
Nobody to grab on to while I grow old
Destined to be alone a wolf without a pack
What skills do I lack?
Who has my back?
I try and fail lifes like a jail
Cold and unforgiving
How am I to go on living?
I push on and struggle forward
All others should be forewarned
Stay away I am the destroyer
Taking lives and uproot them
Taking souls and scorn them
I break souls and hearts
No regard for others feelings
I run thru your spirit like a mower on a rampage
Cutting you down like a sharp scythe
Destroying your love and your lives
What I am getting at is it sounds like the words I usually can't come up with to describe how I feel sometimes and it is very strange how it strikes a chord with me.
I only have a small issue, however.
Near the start and end, there is quite a break in the rythm.
Although it is very good and refers to wolves, which I do believe your fursona is.
Keep writing,
-Aro