My StoryI wrote on the wall,In the public toilets;My story
Across the mangled bricks,I wrote of my life,I wrote of my mistakes.I wrote on the wall,My misgivings,My grievances.I wrote of what little joyI could find in my life,Upon those washroom walls.Many had been there before me,Curses, crude rude and uncouth,Scrambled in black on the walls.In red, I wrote my story.A story to end all stories,A story to top them all.I wrote life,In big red letters;My life.I wrote atop the scribblings,My story one in a million,I wrote it there."Pain" I wrote."It gets us all""But we shouldn't let it.""Love" I wrote."It finds us all""And we should embrace it.""Faith" I wrote."It's there for all""We just need to see it."And across that wall,I wrote for hours,My story.
Fear MeHowl to the moon and tear you to shreds,Disembody your figure and bite off your head.Flesh in my teeth and blood on the ground,Listening for screamers, straining for sound.Clawing the earth for sign of a meal,Following your footsteps, hot on your heel,Lying in wait in the shadows of night,Never again safe, under shining moon light.Fear the werewolfFear me.Rawr.