Friday, May 05, 2006

Lycan

The girl lay on the floor,
Heart to the rhythm of a beating drum.
Her muscles convulsed

Into a dissaray of disorder
As she tried to keep the balance
Between life and death in check.

Her blood was circulating
Her well defined figure
Like a stampede out for the kill.

Her temperature went into incineration
In under twenty seconds.
Her bones began to break
And remould
Into a canine form.
Sweat billowed from every pore
And her jeans split and tore down her legs.
Anguishing screams were locked into a soundproof room
And she was all alone
To transform into a beast of the night.
The full moon glowed through the barred window
And she howled for it to end.

Congratulations!!

You have won...
absolutely nothing! Are you not proud of yourself? Your wonderful acheivement just thrown down the drain from every view standing on the path of the unknown. Now you have won my attention, haven't you now? you think you own the world, don't you? DON'T you!!! I'll tell you what you've won, you have won a free world where you can say what you want and you can do what you want when you want it!!

Isn't that what they call freedom? I call it a prison of the mind. You only think you have the right to speak out of turn and leave the toilet seat up without flushing. You have another thing coming. I am the be all and end al of your universe! I shall sacrifice you to myself, and eat you up for dinner, my nice weezley brat!! oh! Don't you go running away now, I will catch you! You will forever be in my mind, thank you for your time! Ha ha ha (evil laugh)!