Disclaimer: I do not own blood and chocolate.
This Mess
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.
There's no luck in that.
I will forever be this way
Until I'm hit with platinum
Dead in the heavens,
Or the moons. Sometimes I wonder
How it feels or if I'd
Rather finish what
I began.