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.