Wolfman

This curse has chased him for eternity, He smashes his mirror so he cant see He sits alone and howls at the distant moon, Transformation is coming soon Waiting on a naive morsel to pass his way, He now must feed before break of day He rues the day of his vile creation Another damned soul in a souless nation. He bites himself just to savor the blood in his teeth, The monster rises somewhere from the dark beneath, There is no doubt he must feed Its not lust or greed Just a hellhounds need He wakes naked in a field blanched by morning sun, Surveying atrocities he has done This full moons sacrifice lay next to him Another carcass ravaged on a whim Back in human form he wretches at his state, Each passing day is a darker fate. Running with the pack in the nights ebb and flow, He prays for the silver bullet before he wakes up next to someone he knows.