I hate.
I hate myself.
You should hate me, too.
I am a monster.
I tear at myself, and others.
I am out of control.
The moon is my controller.
Once it rises, my voice becomes a melody to my own kind, and a mystery to everyone else.
I howl.
I am out of control.
I tear at myself, and others.
I am a monster.
I hate myself.
You should hate me, too.
I hate everything.
I hate.
