Transformation

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At first, the back of my head throbs

Just a small pulsating angry vein

Threatening madly to simply burst off

And give me an intense bad migraine

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Blood rushes deafeningly in my ears

Heartbeat pounding in my mouth

Paper skin is threatening to tear

Body temperature boiling high south

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Grating shrills, pervading cold voice

Screams enveloping my every whim

Bones cracking in such a horrific noise

Veiny eyes bleed black liquid within

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Now I'm no longer just a human being

But a grotesque creature transformed

Shapeshifter with no warm feeling

Lusting for horror, gore, raw storms

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He's begging for a chance to be alive

But I plead murder in the first degree

And when the monster in me is satisfied

Maybe I'll let you die a little quicker for mercy.

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