The moon is rising again,

and I steady myself

awaiting the pain that

each full moon brings.

The cloud moves as

the moon fills the sky.

I can only pray that

I can hold my mind.

My blood begins to rush,

and my heart begins to

pound.

I can taste the wind.

The smell of fresh blood

penetrates my nostrils.

I try to close my mind to

the thoughts rushing though.

I am overcome with the

desire to run, to hunt, to

devour flesh!

Slowly the pain begins.

Gripping, tearing at my body

my hands stretch and bend,

my voice deepens to a

growl as I cry out

The desire for blood is

stronger now.

I claw at my mind,

begging for help.

I yearn for freedom

from this hell. Death.

For the swift release of

the Silver Bullet.