Psychological Lycanthropy

I thought i'd write something that directly contrasted with my emotions

Falling to the floor

it is time, finally

it is time for change

pulsating horror, pain, anguish

It floods through my veins

at one with my very being

tangled, a mass of bloodied knots

Blackened, and choking my soul



I am pushed forward

Compelled by this lust

This desperate hunger

Insatiable, hopeless,

I search, alone

For something to take this agony

Invert it, smother it, deprive it

My helpless soul pleads for release



A taste for blood

Clean blood, fresh blood,

A replacement for my spewing filth

A brighter shade of red to hold me steady

Unravel the knots to keep me whole

I’ll tear the life from you

Deep set in regret

It’s better this way



And the chaos that surrounds

This bright and morbid scene

A scream that echoes down hallways

A beautiful utterance from beautiful lips

And my eyes come alive

As I watch the light in yours fade

A moment of clarity, of the deepest loathing,

The epiphany: There is no escape for either of us