The moon was full, florescent light
Bathed me, touched my soul
It dripped in to the white,
Corrupted,
Tainted,
Polluted,
My soul had claws
It was the time for the beast,
To shed,
To rip,
Shred this weak human husk,
Let the animal out, claws grow
The person is gone.
Only the wolf looking towards the moon
The lust, the hunger is on,
Biting,
Clawing,
Flesh,
Apart from the bone,
The moon blesses the ****, shining down
Its purity, shines upon the blood
As what once was warm, now pooled cold upon the floor
The hours past since man was gone,
Only the animal, till the night is done,
Sun rises, pain
Subsides,
Wains,
Dwindles,
Till only the man now exists,
Guilt over what was and passed
The deaths, blood tainted,  
Still the taste of death resides in his mouth.
The taste never fades as once again man is wolf
And the cycle of good and bad,
The man of light a doctor saving lives
The wolf animal of night taking away
They are two but one,
Until one passes the other will not fade away.