WEREWOLF
The full moon rises high in the sky
Trying to push back feelings as I
Start seeing that old familiar shift
Cells and tendons starting to drift
As unwanted changes start to prowl
And all of the sudden I begin to howl
Locking myself in chains with a hood
Hoping that I won’t end up to no good
Hair growing fast on hands and feet
Razor sharp nails are tearing the sheet
Bones and joints still crack and pop
As muscles twitch and ripple non-stop
When I come back what will I find
Look out now… I’m loosing my mind
Chains snap and I’m out on the run
The only hope now, is the morning sun