Dark consuming days,

And nights filled with great terror

The light is joyful

And the darkness is joyless

 

When the moon sees me

Bleak pain racks my frail worn form.

Bloodlust invades me.

And consumes my every thought.

 

The moon is terror.

It brings me dark, dark visions.

Of slaughter I’ll cause.

And that I will revel in.

 

For the lust of death

The lust of death consumes me.

The lust of carnage

It consumes my mind and flesh

 

The full moon brings change.

Breaking, ripping, tearing, pain.

I can’t allow love

And I can’t let love find me.

 

For when the moon comes.

I will kill all who are near.

Then I’ll awaken.

And sorrow will overtake.

 

For someone to love,

For someone to be so close.

So, so close to me.

For them is a death sentence.