The First Werewolf

With the rising of the moon,
my demons want to play.
Reality disappears,
my reason leaves with day.

I break down my walls
as the change overtakes.
I stare at this monster
the nighttime creates.

My throat burns with desire,
a yearning for blood.
My teeth are stained red
my fur caked with mud.

The power rushes through me
through this animal I've become.
My muscles quiver under fur,
and I begin to run.

So fast, so strong,
I feel like I'm on top of the world.
Though I know at the sunrise
I'm just an average girl.

Darting past trees,
flying through the wind of night.
I've never felt so free.
Nothings felt so right.

My heart has turned to ice.
My soul has run away.
I'll soon have my emotions back
when I see the light of day.

I see you in the distance
and the anger is in the lead.
I want to hear you cry.
I want to see you bleed.

But before I end your life
you get a glance into my eyes.
You see all of te pain you've caused.
Your disbelief, your lies.

by sunshinegirl
posted on 02/24/2011

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