Wolf and Dogs

The days are painted with sullen colors
While in a field two dogs play.
A mutilated madness overcomes sanity,
And strikes down that which I hoped would stay.
The maniac nonsense starves my soul
Was I lying when I said I lacked a heart?
Maybe then but 'tis true now
And emotion must depart.
Forlorn longing of an empty promise
Has stolen my sanity away.
From the trees the lone wolf watches
As happily the two dogs play.