Lycanthrope Paroles

as I travel through the
moody and rainy autumn night.

Metal grates on metal,
the shrilly scream of the
brakes wake me. People get down,
staring at me strangely,
I glare at them
and they hasten out,

I can feel vibrations running through my body
as the machine starts again...
All alone in the car,
the last station is near,
I find it empty,
I'm alone with the night.
Guided by the echoes
of melancholia,
I'm walking up the dimly lit path.
Excited by my senses,
I run towards a glade.
Trees in the moonlight thow
bars upon the ground.

Above me, the full moon is shining
and I shoot a sharp look at it.
My eyes are crying,
how could I resist it?
My throat, freed from its lump,
utters a long howl.
It's been a long time since
I was no longer Human.