Werewolves

The blood lust fills every thought,
The warm metallic taste of the blood you've caught.
Claws ripping through the fur and bone,
You are truly all alone.
By the light of day you are human,
By the moon you are a demon.
Both sides fight for reign,
But all it causes you is pain.
Golden eyes at night filled with loathing,
Blue eyes cry wanting soothing.

The wind rushes through your hair,
You are running from people's angry and hateful glare.
What have you done deserve this hate?
Your blood lust was all you did sate...
Never did you attack them only animals...
Now they think you a breed of cannibals.
You run and run till cramps fill your side,
Still you run trying to find a place to hide.

"Over here." a voice says and you look that way,
A figure hidden from the light of day.
"Don't worry they won't find you here,
Hurry before your demon does tear...
out of you and they find out the real you."
"But who is the real me," you ask, "Who?
I am a human by day and beast by night,
Who can bear that frightful sight?"
You enter the lair of this stranger,
Helpless as the babe in the manger.

Then he is gone and darkness you are alone,
But are you really? Have you reaped what you've sown?
A shot and burning searing through your chest,
Just barely your heart the bullet missed.
But the silver contracts your throat,
No breathing slowly you choke.
What did you do to deserve this?
What did you miss?
The light comes on and you see hunters there,
Coming ever closer, ever so near.
As you die the last thing you think as your body goes leaden,
"And people wonder why we stay hidden."