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Polly Panic Turns Lycanthrope
I always speak too soon
I always sleep past noon
I can never leave this room
I'm wary of the moon
And I feel like I've been eating people
A night from on and on
Walking stages, hearing howls
Claws that never dull
I'm losing head through pages torn
Of lycanthrope dynamic needs
They call me to accuse myself
I've fallen to the teeth
These bones that crowd these hallowed grounds
Were gnawed on by the beast
The beast is me, at least I think
I can't prove it's strength to me
Not a word has been said against
No one's come with torch in hand
Perhaps they don't know where to look
Perhaps I've just gone mad
And maybe I'm in the funny papers
Maybe I'm not real
These chunks of dry wall jutting out
Are stuck beneath my nails
I crave the meat, it's in the fridge
It sits below your skin
I'll calm down now until tonight
When the orb will rise again
Universe will pull it out
My spine will start to bend
The mats of fur and yellow eyes
Will cloud my lesser sins
And I'll set out, through the boardwalk
Desperate for a bite
A tot, a child, a sorry wife
The teens are so unkind
Some men will come with guns in tow
Firing at will
Blood that lines my fangs and jowls
Dripping from the kill
And into black I'll saunter on
Growling to myself
A cry to lunar master light
And I'll carry on to hell
The following day I'll stand and say
"It was just a stupid dream"
But come the cycle I'll bet you now
That you'll see just what I mean
So board me up, boil me down
Encase me in concrete
For if the sphere can rise in view of us
You'll be there for me to eat
Unless it's all a vagrant blow
A trip inside my lunacy
This devil dog, this hungry thing
Is me.
