This Mess

by watch-me-hunt

A poem basically about transforming into a werewolf and being one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blood and Chocolate. Cause if i did i wouldn't be writing this.

I feel the rage. The darkness flowing over me.

I quickly discard. In both my needs.

I run far to the end.

A ripple of pain through my back.

The transformation begins,

I turn into one.

I howl to the moon.

As do the others.

This is what I am.

I wish I could change.

Theres no luck in that.

I will forever be this way until

I am laying on my grave.

Dead in the heavens,

Or moons. Sometimes I wonder

How death feels. I should of

finished what I began months ago.

Or I wouldn't be in

This mess.

A/N:Yes i know i did MANY grammar mistakes. But forgive me. I am TERRIBLE at that.