She had a wolf inside her who'd tear off her own 2 limbs.

A wolf who'd howl at the moon, a wolf who'd move quickly with the wind.

She had a wolf inside her who wanted to be free.

A wolf who had no boundaries, a wolf with sharp white teeth.

The wolf inside her was never gentle, and it was never kind.

It followed her every foot stoop, and never left her behind.

She had a wolf inside her, who'd protect her in any fight.

The wolf was always her, 

only visible in the night.

She was viscous and hungry, and ready to die.

She was a lonely and howling wolf, 

who only knew how to cry.