The cry of a werewolf

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He’s crying inside
He’s dying inside.
He wants to stop…
But his body won’t listen.

His prey is quivering with fear
Begging…she’s in tears
He’s apologizing
But a growl is all she’ll hear.

As the moon hits zenith
He tears her into little bits
Feasts on her warm blood
He’s sad for he likes it.

Cursed…how cursed his life is
Kill and eat, sad predator’s bliss
Little do they know he’s crying inside
Little do they know he’s dying inside.
His dad was a hunter, a noble man
He saved scores, but failed to save his son
Often he’s wondered, would it be better to die
Than bear the curse of werewolf’s kiss each full moon’s night.

He tries to save humans
From his own bloody claws
But nothing is in his control
When wolf’s shape he draws
He can see and hear
Taste their flesh,
He can feel their fear
Smell them bloodied afresh.

And he cries and cries and cries inside
And he dies and dies and dies inside

If this is how it’s supposed to be
Killing your sister and someone else maybe
Than isn’t better to leave this fight
And let death set him free tonight?

So he gathers all his pieces
He’s shattered again
Walks off the cliff
Crashes like a plane
On the pointy rocks down below
Last breath is drawn
And slips into death’s land
At the break of dawn.

He had cried cried and cried enough
Now he can die die and die at last.

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