I Am Wounded

I am gravely wounded, but more than wounded.
I am wounded till something slowly changes.
The curse is only getting started,
A full moon will be soon to make it.
I am wounded.

I am sick, I am sick from the infection,
Of what will affect my behavior.
Maybe a sign of a new disorder,
But this ancient saying will be the judge.
I am wounded.

I am mad, I am blistering mad,
I am sweating with an abusive emotion.
I am in the loss of control,
I can’t function decently,
I am wounded.

I am dead; I am soon to be dead,
But that was not the case.
My body is rubbed with magic salve,
But still, the new me is near,
Yet I am wounded.

I am enraged; I am a hollering freak,
The innocent would be on the verge of a throttle.
Look out, weak one, I am cursed,
I am not the same anymore,
Because I am wounded.

The light, the eerie light is glistening at my face,
But it is no comforting feeling, it is a blazing one.
I am in pain, I feel myself falling.
I have transformed, and I arose again.
I am a werewolf.