Nobody cares for me, Nothing wants to even look at me, I'm the fear, I'm the cause of the instinct, That erupts when I appear, Even when I look human they all know I'm not, They can sense it, Some primaeval fear engraved in their very souls, But you know what? I revel in that fear, The knowledge that in my true form, My wolf form, I could easily tear apart their flesh with my claws, Snap bones with my fangs, That's my werewolf ferocity.
rubywerewolf · Wed Feb 14, 2007 @ 07:11pm · 4 Comments |