I was walking in the woods one night the crisp air on my breath the winter day had made me come into the forest where I rome alone I am a child of fear, hate, the spawn of satin himself for I am a child that none can be proud of foreth i am only comforted by my kin the ones in my pack who Ilove. my Werewolf blood flows in my veins like the strain of a fire it curdles my senses dulls my nerves destroys the person who i used to know when i am angry i will destroy the hopes and dreams of a girl or boy when i am sad i transform into a silent beast that no one will ever love the ones i have killed linger in my heart like a dreaded howl from the people that i know everyone shuns me like a forgotten phrase i am different i am a tyrant a bloody mass killer that no one can control i had in the shadows and wait for my moment to strike i am loved only by my brethren and the one lone spirit that was my soul I am your worst nightmare when you destroy what i hold most dear i am a lone boy that is hated by many loved by few a 13 year old adolescent a boy cursed to live his life in hell but for though to put your trust in me I will not let you suffer but if you stab me in the back you will be the next to die.
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The Wolf I Fell In Love With
PoetryA werewolf tryin to make it in the life of a highschool kid and it turns his world upsidedown with random events