You do want
To know
What I look
Like,
DonÕt you?
You would,
Eh?
You would
Turn away
In fear.
For,
As IÕve said before,
Although I look normal now,
I have not been
ÒArousedÓ
By any emotionÑ
And I have not
Yet been called forth
By a soul who has been
Wronged.
But yet you still
Want to see
Me
In all my fearful
Glory?
You are oddÉ.
Very oddÉ..
Yes, that is what I said.
Odd.
You still wantr to see?
Okay. IÕll give you
A preview.
I place
My hand
Upon your
Forehead.
You gasp.
I know what
YouÕre seeing.
A jumble of
Images
Flashing by
So fast you
Can barely
Understand.
You still want to
See me
In all my
Horrifying glory?
I see.
You are foolish.
But oh well.
It is your
Choice.
But I must kill
You afterwards.
Cut yourself,
Fool.
The smell of blood
Excites my senses,
Exploding a sense
Of bloodlust.
I feel the change coming
And I cannot control
Nor do I want to control
It this time.
I feel my face,
My body,
Changing
And growing.
I see my vision shift
Into red
And hear a howling
In my head.
I know it is me
But I cannot stop it.
My image becomes distorted,
Becoming skeletal
And bony
And sinewy.
Protrusions appear
Everywhere
And my teeth
And claws,
Yes, claws,
Are sharp
And deadly.
An inhuman scream
Escapes my
Horrible jaw.
In the sea of red
That I see,
I see you.
Yes, you.
Savage bestiality/rage
Blooms and burns brightly.
I attack,
I do not care,
After all,
He was warned.
I will be back,
Though I must go
Now.
And when I am,
You all shall pay!
