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You make me feel like never before, You're like a drug, And I want more. Loving you is simple Loving you is fine. Your body is the temple I never want to resign. My heart skips a beat Every time we talk. I want to sweep you off your feet And love you evermore. Throughout the many years, I know you'll never be a bore. Nothing will ever break us apart, That I know in my very soul And by listening to my heart, Our love's funeral bell will never toll.

The death black stare From her unnatural eyes Penetrated my soul Like a hot knife in butter. She sat there all day long Just staring at me. From that stare I could almost feel her pain. The deaths had left their scars Making her fate entwined with mine. The deaths robbed her youth, And left behind only a shell. Her fear of the men, The men in the white outfits, It was founded on that day, The day her family died. When I first saw her, She seemed to be in that void, The void of depression, Where nothing is as it should be. Now, she feels her pain, Not in silence and loneliness. Instead her pain is heard And it is felt by

The change comes upon me, I can feel it right now. My bones pop and grow, My organs move around, My skin changes and my hair grows. I feel more powerful, Like I could take on anything. Some senses dull while others strengthen. My body becomes covered in hair, And I feel more feral. These changes plague me, I have lost my voice, And it has been replaced with a deep growl. These changes are what I want, But, why do they have to happen right now? The changes give me life, As well as a new scent. I change shape, My mind changes as well. But, these changes are had by all, Right?? No, not right, Not right at all. I am all alo