Forest on a full moon
The landscape turns silver as the full moon rises. Wisps of clouds caress the light. Forests become frightful beauties ; as dusk turns to night. Fall leaves float through chilled wind The trees twist and turn. Up the mountain, natures fire burns. In the song of night, the nocturnal sing. To fear, peace they bring. The trail is now safe for passage. Free from all that is savage. The night recedes, the moon falls away; and brings to light; everything that is lost during the night. |
Become no-one
Take a breath they say; ignore everything that maters. Breath in deeply they say; forget who you are. Blend in they say; being yourself is unimportant. Become the crowd; Become the crowd. Stop seeing the truth they say; live in an illusion. Lie to yourself they say; it will make you feel better. Become the crowd; Become the crowd. They say to me; but I cannot for it is wrong. It is wrong I tell them; to delude ones self into a cloned and meaningless life. It is wrong; It is wrong. |
Transformation
Eyes go golden; full moon rises. Mind distorts; becomes clouded. Shots of pain; as bone and muscle; twist to change; from face to muzzle. Nails to claws. Feet to paws. Hair to fur. Chest is heaving. Mind goes blank. Feeling teeth sink; into flesh. With taste of blood; feeling of stabbing. Panic rising; with the sun. Pain engulfs; mind goes black; as everything changes back. Muzzle to face. Claws to nails. Paws to feet. Fur to hair. Awake out of breath; sore and wounded. Mind exhausted; from pain and delusion. Fear consumes. Left alone. Secluded. Healing alone; hoping it will end; one day soon. |