I swear the eerie force
of the full moon
erratically changed
your mood
causing you
to howl at me
like a newly
transformed werewolf
lusting for
your first
taste of blood
to quench a thirst
fueled by
an irrational anger
blurring your sight
just enough
to see me
as this pale
lukewarm carcass
waiting to be devoured
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~