When blood colors the moon I'm unable to sleep.
Trapped in its's gaze I fight my bestial release.
I lay in my bed pressed against the post.
I lay, starring, preparing, for the beast's approach.
It made it's self known after a friend and I fought.
Then it killed his father without a second thought.
When it attacks it drains you sucking your life like a leech.
And it's howl is so sharp you could die from its speech.
I've crushed it for years and it returnes remained.
It's claws in my throat scratching driving me insane.
We're in my chest and we beat and we break.
We welp in pain while my body is reshaped.
I'm watching you in the park from the shawdows of trees.
When you look in my eyes the fear makes you freeze.
I have not met another with a natural like me.
whose insides and outsides change so litteraly.
I know why I do it why death is all I see.
Maybe if I take enough of you I'll lose my humanity.