Paul Verlaine. (№ 325643)

... Because you know in pain a lot!
I hunted with the wolf dogs:
He circling through the woods, heading straight for -
Where to hide, to find shelter?
But leave he did not give,
Overtaking, growling and barking.
Jealousy, Hatred and Greed -
They would dig into me, to tear,
Don't be fooled dashing pack.
Days and months and years
Drunk drink the bitterness of shame,
Crust terror seize.