A child wails,
A scream echos,
People stop, worry,
Then move on.
A hand reaches out,
People in need,
Others ignore,
Hurry on.
You tell us
Many things,
Yet how are we to believe?
You dont set examples,
You dont care.
Telling us, be strong,
You weaken, break down.
You dont approve,
Yet do wrong.
You hate,
And love but yourself.
You tell us to be accepting,
Of others, those different,
Yet how can we,
When you hate difference.
You tell us to be someone, individuals,
But attempt to mold us.
What are we to believe,
As you walk by
The outstreached hand,
As you ignore the scream,
And cover things with hate.
What are we to belive?
The moon shines down,
The howl echos,
The hunt is on.
Gray flashes among the trees,
Crouching low, stalking,
Grass tickles underbellies,
Tounges hang out,
Tails wag.
An owl blinks,
watching all.
The mouse scitters away,
Rabbits take warning.
Downwind of prey,
What will happen?
The signal,
The break.
Panicked running.
One lags, falls behind.
Target locked,
The pack surrounds.
Permission given,
Unspoken by prey.
The leap, the snap,
The hunts successful.
Allow the leaders through,
Them first.
Wait around the
Steaming corpse.
The leaders are finished,
Our turn now.
The excitement still hangs in the
air.
Bury noses, tear the flesh.
The fullness of,
A successful hunt.
Bellies full,
Remains are left for,
Flies and scavengers.
Streatch, prepare.
Bones crack, pop, snap.
The wonder of change.
The pack walks home,
Human shadows falling
Where wolves had lain.
Im so bored.
There is no Lord.
Why am i here?
Where is my purpose, with no cheer?
there is no fun.
yet, i cant bear the sun.
I am doomed to be dark
Never to hear the song of the lark
The moon in the sky,
Terror in the eye
Of the victim i stalk
At a leisurly walk
The taste of fear
As I leer
At the thing
Weak, scared, unable to sing
The blood, the taste of it
The neck has been bit
The stars leave,
The moon sighs.
Where is everyone,
Why am i alone?
Does anyone else feel this way?
The mask to keep emotions at bay?
Am I the only one?
Or are there others, feeling the
ton,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
They see one,
Friends see another, carefree,
fun,
I can only reveal,
Bits, pieces, can I appeal
For another chance?
I hate the unbalance, the unequality,
the dance,
To keep myself together,
But the lightest feather
Yet another burden to bear,
Can I take it, do I care?
I ask, get no answer,
For all they care, I could be dying,
have cancer.
Would they notice, I can not tell.
Damn. Another comes.
I slip on the mask, as the other
hums,
I smile, laugh, am carefree,
Or am i really me?
I dont know anymore,
The mask becomes my core,
Whats really me, becomes the mask,
I no longer try, too much of a
task.
Does anyone notice,
Does anyone care?
Its almost too much too bear.
I sit by my window,
Stare at the sky,
As the rain pours down,
I wonder why,
Everyone looks only at the surface,
Not bothering to find
What lies beneath,
Yet call themselves kind
A special few,
Percieve the real thing
Under the mask
The lost confused person, no desire
to sing
Nor to speak of what goes on.
Who will do something,
No one really cares,
Am I the only one who wonders,
Who dares?
I hear my mates call,
Run to meet them,
Dodging branches,
Avoiding underbrush,
Leaping low logs,
Break onto the cliff,
The air is clean, crisp, fresh,
My nose twitches, I smell fresh
blood,
My ears hear hearts pumping, blood
flowing,
Legs moving,
Humans are in my territory.
Why must they intrude?
My pack licks thier muzzles,
Waiting for promission,
To rid of the invaders,j
The pests, harmless as they are
I say no, affirming negative.
We transform,
Bones changing, paws deforming,
Tendons cracking.
The unattentive humans,
Weak senses they have,
Percieving nothing,
Stumble across our den.
We stiffen, how dare they,
Yet they, unaware,
Chatter on.
One spots us, they wave.
We understand none of it.
I stand, tell them flat out,
To clear out of the den.
This is our territory,
All ours, to run, hunt, and such
They laugh, my nose telling all,
How dare they think, this is all
a joke?
They will pay,
The pack breaks free.
The joy of the hunt,
The taste of blood,
Human footprints become
Wolf pawprints,
Return to the den,
Bellies full,
Mission Accomplished.
The rain falls,
The baby bawls,
I watch, unnoted,
The scene is coated
with sadness and grief
The movie ends, is very brief
the tears pour down
yet there is but one frown
it is mine,
i have no wish to dine
with a stranger.
Was jesus truly borne in a mangar
This world of ours so strong,
yet weak among the throng
of stars and planets of space
endless, deep, with no base
we are small,
held in thrall,
by the insignificance of it all.