"Gillette, Gillette, the best a Man can get!"

A lonely child,
child of neglect

I see you.

Night it befalls,
lonely child met..

You meet me.

Peeled round waist from belly to back,
four pieces do a belt of babe make;
stitched and branded.

Lonely child of neglect,
I bathe in your warm fat.

Clouds they roll, stream cotton-frayed sky.
Mother's light peeks to say goodbye, to you;
-the lonely child whom had to die?

I transform.

AWHOOOooo!

eah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah-hah...

<>...Hunt...<>
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I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.
I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.
I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
Many people have tried to **** me but they never can.
They never use silver bullets when they fire their guns.
People can never escape even though they try to run.
When I change back to human, I'm covered in blood and gore.
I want somebody to use a silver bullet, I can't take it anymore.
I can see that the moon is full tonight as I look up at the sky.
I'm about to become the Wolfman and more people will die.
Unless somebody does what is needed, things will get worse.
Somebody must use a silver bullet and end this horrible curse.

It's a full moon tonight

your clothes begin to feel tight

your heart beats faster

you feel like your headache's becoming a disaster

bones start to stretch and lengthen

muscles expand and strengthen

hairs stand on end

and begin to grow

then you begin to know something’s amiss

as you start on the first stages of metamorphosis

avarice and animal passions begin to take hold

your body begins to mould

into animal form and you begin to growl

a lustful howl

and roar a beastly roar

your clothes tear and rip

you drip with sweat

and forget your human ways

and become a beastly silhouette or shadow of your former self

your hands become paws

you fall onto all fours

your nose becomes a snout

a tail bursts from your lower back and begins to waggle

teeth become sharp

and canine as your clothes tear at the seams

animal body exposed

composed of human and wolf and well disposed

To hunt and prey on all who get in your way!

Running from a demented Ex,
Several kilometers to a lone cabin,
She travelled.
She was feeling comfortable
Although lonely in this forest world.
A glass of juice in hand,
She steps out on the porch.

Halting in shock,
For on the edge of the foot path,
Waits a big grey wolf,
With intense gaze fixed on her.
"Shoo!" She tells it.
But flinch, it doesn't.
Retreats into the cabin she does,
To bolt all windows and doors.

Soon, the wolf loses interest and leaves.
Come night, she undresses to bath.
But in her bedroom doorway,
Appears the grey wolf.
Caught in surprise, she gasps and falls.
And in her shock, she watches it
Morph into a man.
Not just any man, a breathtaking one.

She's hypnotized by the sight of him.
He approaches, carries her,
In his arms to the shower
Where he makes passionate love
To her against the wall.
His fangs sinking into her shoulder
In the ****** of the ****** passion,
Until after a mind-blowing ******, she blacks out into unconsciousness.

Several hours later,
Her consciousness she regains.
On her bed she wakes.
She remembers. But perhaps,
It was all a dream.
But the soiled paw-print on her rug,
And the aching pain on her shoulder
Revealed otherwise,
Until the distant howl of her new
Lover, reaches her from the forest,
Making her shudder with a new craving need to be made love to-

**Again!

This moon with a white gold aura,
And I saw it's pretty halo of love.
Don't go out tonight, your gonna
Get hunted by werewolf and stuff!

There is something about the nature of the beast
The endless need to consume and feast
It does matter what the breed
There is still that all consuming need
It swells up from deep within
Till on the full moon it splits the skin
Once a month the beast burst forth
The moon light gives him his rebirth
Like a demon locked up in a cage
He burst out with white hot rage
His claws are as sharp as razor blades
He'll carve up your flesh like a jack-o'-lantern
His gleaming fangs should also give you concern
For to him you are but a snack
So you better run, and don't look back