Animals do not know sin.
This is the principle difference between us,
and them.
To feel guilty is to feel human.

Soft curling flesh. 
Pink, supple and wet.

A human being.
An abhorrent thing to be.
Poor loathsome creature.

The oldest of demons.
Most loathsome of creatures.

You who dare claw and scrape at the light.

You empty thing.

Crude skin grafted over hollow bones.
Sunken eyes and misshapen spine.

Sleeping beast.
Primordial instinct.
Yellow teeth.

Rankest breath.
Twisted entrails.
Unnaturally long fingernails.

The cackling laugh of a snarling dog.

Disfigured cur.
You are but a crippled appendage of the world.

Rot like any other dead thing.
Disappear from my memory forever.

No matter how wide my embrace,
I can never hold the sky.

I always fall in love with the wrong women.
Distant stars in the dark night sky.

Shinning brilliantly,
out of reach.

You need not liken yourself to a beast,
as exclamation of your strength.
There are plenty of wolves in the forest already.
You don’t have to be one of them,
if you don’t want to.

As if your heart alone,
wasn’t enough to carry.

I've gone, and given you mine.