By
Son Of Evil
Bitten long ago
A wound that will not heal
A wound she will not show
A wound she will ever feel
A wound worst of them all
A wound that forces her to answer the full moons call
Changing silky skin into soft fur
And when she is turned
Her instincts rage free
She has learned what it is to see the eyes of the dying
Filled with fear
On the ground lying
Because a werewolf is here
As the moon is no more
She wakes alone in the wood
The reality shakes her to the core
She lies naked where a monster stood
She shudders at the thought
She shudders at her deeds
For it is death she has brought
Now all she needs
Is a sharp knife
To cut her wrists
She's tired of life
As she cuts she clenches her fists..