Time has always felt random
the moon, often a surprise
but it happens
at some point
and I welcome the beast-me with open arms

A raging lunatic
rambling trough the forests at night
looking for something to
hurt
stick my nails in
I need do draw blood
at the very least

I am a werewolf
a nice girl
living for the moment moon returns
never knowing
when I'll go crazy

Always hoping
I won't survive