If you could see the beast you've made of me

        I shook and cried by the full moon's light in the woods after reading that note... I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me. So I held it in and ran as far away from you as I could. I ran until the full moon shone through the clouds. My heart was broken and there was no way I could forgive you. The wolves started to howl in the distance and I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I howled right along with the wolves, softly at first gradually turning into a blood-curdling scream heard for miles in the dark. I stopped crying and got on all fours letting out another mighty howl. I felt as if I was being possessed by the legendary wolf spirits of the Native Americans. My blood felt as if it had your voice. With the last part of my brain that was left free I prayed to the saints that they could help me now but it was too late, the ropes have been unbound. I sniffed the air for your scent and I ran in the direction of town. My blood rushes, howling as I get angry. I wanted to find you and make you pay for the pain you caused me. The spirits told me to 'be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers'. But I didn't listen. It was the innocence, so soft and sweet that turned me into a hunter. A hunter that only hunted for your arms around me so I could rest. I finally found you, sleep and sound. My bloodied feet making a trail from the street and into your house. I finally felt at peace as I wrapped myself in your arms. Before anybody sensed me in the house I left. Walking until I found a cliff that was hundreds of feet above the Atlantic Ocean. The spirits have lead me this far...and now it's time for me to leave this world. So I jumped.