it's full moon tonight . so I've been robbed of another night of sleep . there's this yellow light haunting the deserted streets . i am a wolf . i run out . i fearlessly prowl the city . i feel the wind in my hair . it tears at me , wares me down . the stones hurt my paws . human dregs and treachery scratch my nose . the ghoulish light rips at my dry eyeballs . i climb the tallest building of this depressing town . i scream at the moon till i go hoarse . and i jump . i snatch at that huge yellow eye that leers down on everything , reeking with superiority . i fail to get it . i fail to fly . i fail so i fall . and i hit the ground . i feel every bone of my canine body smash to bits . i lie there , listening to my broken heart beat all the blood out of my destroyed carcass . every last liter spills onto the pavement , splashes down the gutters . the streets glitter suddenly , drowned in my red pain . red . i get up , human again .


i wasn't even allowed to die , not worth the time of a reaper to come take away my damaged soul . i feel nothing . i lie . i run . i hide . i forget my wolfish form . my mind is disturbed , it kind of has a mind of it's own . i scream again . and again . i feel my throat rip . no one wakes . the city remains silent . some where in it there is always some one who wants something from me , needs something . but i feel i've got nothing more left to give . so they steal it . they come and invade me , intrude me , hammer at my walls , hate me , scrounge for anything they can rip from me . and then they just leave , they're gone . they are so blissfully unconscious of their cruelty , bless them . there is no tragedy , sun still comes up , and people go on with their lives as usual . its fair that my world just suddenly came to an end , there is no tragedy . its been 3 weeks .