The Transformation
even if a man say's his prayers
every single night
still theres nothing that can stop
the coming fright
the constant building
from day to night
it stays with you, always there
somewhere inside you
you know not where
a hunger that ravages!
morals and cares
it catches it's victim
no matter where
evening comes
it's time for the change
from man into werewolf
that cannot be chained
unleashed not unto the world
but into his own little cage
locking the world out
keeping visitors at bay
he wakes up sober
the feeling has passed
he says to himself
this must not last
yet every morning brings new hope
and plans of; not today, not today
but his body has it's own plans
and always, always gets it's way
(About me? Told you I was diviously smart.)
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