Curse Of The Werewolf - Poem by Peter Madden
I look into the mirror,
gaunt drawn eyes stare back at me,
tired and rough but still human,
my reflection belying the feelings within,
feelings crawling and scratching inside me,
struggling to be freed...
im me now, well at least to some degree,
in control of myself once more,
my body is my own and i walk upon two feet,
a shower and a shave and strong coffee,
and i almost feel human again,
subduing the beast into the darkest corners of my mind,
i can sleep easy for another month,
as easy as i can with the thoughts in my head,
the night time terrors that wrack pain and guilt upon me,
fractured memories of the atrocities i have commited,
when the beast was loosened upon this unbelieving world...
many a night it has been worse,
ive woken in strange unforgiving places,
my body covered in filth and bile and other things,
things which belong inside others,
things that i shouldn't waken with the taste of in my mouth,
so i have to know,
is it animal or beast that i become,
when the moons light burns away my reason,
can its nature its hunger its rage be apart of me,
just another form of the beast within us all,
or is it seperate, a parasite consuming my life...
for if it is seperate from me then maybe i can escape it,
flee from the madness of what i have become,
and purge myself of this thing that crawls inside,
the demon thats eating my soul piece by peice,
beacause if i cannot escape its hunger,
then the beast will once again be free............
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