Feelings seize
Behind my poker resting face
Thoughts radiating out of my pores
The moon attempts to pull my tears out
As they want to go back home
To the ocean
Instead this werewolf
Howls at the moon
Wanting to slaughter innocent sheep
A fierce
Beast
Yet skittish at the sight of any possible danger
Feeling the wild
Clashing around
Dragging its claws around the inside of me in protest
All the while the sheep
Have grown parasitic teeth
And now they are the wolves Blank eyes
Of a barbarian
Willing to do anything to survive
In the worst of moments
The the savage has been suppressed
With the good old remedy of lack of sleep