Giving In

The walls are closing in,

And the air seems so thick,

My thoughts are hazy,

And my visions blank,

You’re talking, but I don’t understand,

What am I becoming?

This face it isn’t mine,

These hands, whose are they?

At night I hunt,

Im not natural,

A creature of darkness

A half-ling,

My Yellow eyes stalk out prey,

I can’t fight it not in my weak state,

My bones ache as I slash the curtains,

My body now that of a werewolf…