The Wolf

The lonely wolf moans at the moon
As he sings his melancholy tune
To roam alone also I am doomed
Without a home to call my own

I am living behind a veil
Like the hermit crab inside his shell
Or an angel that from heaven fell
And now he dwells inside of hell

My heart desires an apparition
That haunts my dreams of its own volition
And just appears as a vision
Inside my mind without permission

It plagues my heart like an infection
And breaks it apart into several sections
I have only for you one question
Will you let me drink of your potion?