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Changes


Eyes only working in black and white

Walking under the waning moon

My sins were they not right

Could they be the reason these changes are coming all too soon

 

My humanity slipping further away

As the animal inside me comes out

What more can I say?

I am paying for my choices without a doubt

 

My senses becoming stronger

How can I be changing?

This must be an injustice, for this is just so wrong

The changes never even stopping not even for a pause

 

Animal instincts causing my urge to hunt

People screaming and running but all I want is help

My speech only coming out as a growl or a grunt

My friends striking me causing me to yelp

 

My mind becoming cloudy filled with pain

Trying to get help but being turned away

Everyone being soaked by the cold falling rain

Being chased down to the dangerous bay

 

People pelting me with hard rocks

Why can they not understand it’s me

Forced by family, neighbors and friends to the end of the dock

Thrown away by those I care about for they can’t see me past the beast.

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