The Lamb (The Howling of DUP comp. entry)

Alone this night I shiver
Chained beneath the cold floor
Dreaming of a bleeding river
Drinking from it and wanting more
Shackles bind my wrists
Hold back this conniption fit
I feel it coming
The moon will bring me pain
My blood is running
Hot within my veins

No windows in the cellar
But a crack of light shines through
Someone is near and I can smell her
So I let the urge consume
Release the beast
The curse I have to be
Fire burns along my back
Spreading to my soul
No looseness in my skin no slack
The beast within me grows

The pain is overwhelming
Never numb to the burn
The wolf is so compelling
It wants to breathe its turn
So I give in
I let it win
Skin rips in strips
Falling to the floor
I barely remember this
I don't question what my memory ignores

Upon first light I woke alone and cold
These bindings did their job
Torn up wrists from the shackles hold
A scabs coagulated glob
The cellar door creaks open wide
A group of men in hoods of white
They tell me I did well
The evidence is gone
I am a gateway to hell
She was the sacrifice to God