Silver

 
Please don’t be here
When the moon is fat
There will be no tit for tat
Your silver bullet just won’t do
It will just be me killing you

I feel the moon rage in my veins
A power coursing that’s insane
Insanity, with a murderous purpose
Muscles stretch, pump and flex
So much better than gym steroids
I can hear everything whispered
People talking about my back
Behind me; that they’ll regret
Smell has become a warm haze
I can smell your blood from all
Of your cuts, slits and orifices
Everything stretches into focus
I can see a pin silently drop
From over one hundred yards
The body and senses becoming one
A graduation to superhuman
Wracking with pain is next
As the internal beast approaches
I scorch and burn at all levels
Inside of my skull, a crazy itch
A metamorphosis of muscles, limbs
As I experience the ultimate facial
Claws and teeth, force extended
I am no longer here, just the beast
The beast only knows how to kill
There is always so much screaming
Flesh is torn and blood weeps
From claw and teeth, gouged gashes
Running, for you, is totally pointless
You could never outrun this beast
I will rip both your hands off before
You can even react to defend yourself
So what use; your silver bullet
So what use; your love for me
The wolf is now loose
All you can do is die

Please don’t be here
When the moon is fat
There will be no tit for tat
Your silver bullet just won’t do
It will just be me killing you