Moonlit Madness My eyes focus on the round sphere that has control of the tide, I break out in a cold sweat as my physiology starts contorting inside, The force of the light causes me to transform in the night, Into a monster of sorts that sports on poor souls if they come close to my sight, As the fur starts growing and my fingers begin to hurt and extend, The bloodlust kicks in at the same time a snout emerges and I search for a scent, I get a surge to depend on flesh, its obvious this curse is a sin, But whats worse is I cling to the rush, every time I kill its a smirk and a grin, After the last bone snaps into place, and my humanity gets trapped in a safe, I dash at a pace that has the wind slapping my face, eat every snack in my wake, Im traveling this massive estate, so much game I could eat, But I play with my feast, last thing I devour is human brains at my feet, blood staining my teeth, I spot a couple of joggers making their way through the trails, no challenge, I aint track them down, Im a hunter and that kill would require no talent, I usually work up an appetite for half a night before I have a bite, So I snatched a dike, I had a thigh just to fill me up until I tag a wife, See, you can taste all kind of emotions in the bloodstream, So to them what once seemed like a thugs dream would turn into a stuffed scene, You think its obscene, that I enjoy death to they point I feast until the bones are plucked clean, Put your kids to sleep, they wont hear a peep of the bloodshed until he wakes up and erupts screams
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 19:21:53 +0000