Forced Murderer

 

The man that morphs into a wolf

Stalks the night of the full moon.

His midnight coat

Blends in with the lulling branches

Of the psychotic forest

 

If you catch a glimpse

Into his bloodshot eyes

Then maybe you can see

All who he has killed

 

His broken soul is torn

He has no choice but to howl

To hunt, to mourn

 

The moonlight that comes

Is too much to fight

So he is forced to murder

In the night.