Bitter Beast, Morbid Mortal

Beast:
No matter how hard I clench my fangs
some of your words get through.
My claws don't stop those soft caresses
you so dearly crave.
Those moons when I'm hiding
I feel you laughing,
trying so hard to be furless.

Don't make me your enemy.
We are one in the same;
born for the hunt.
It's addicting,
You feel it like I do:
The urge to be feral and wild.

Escape!
From your vulnerable skin
into the stolen hours of the night.
I wont wait, my time rises with the moon.
Are we pack or not?

Mortal:
Beast that I am, let me in!
I wish to bow to your ways.
my chains wont bind you
so lets chase the moon together.
My choice is your freedom.
Cheshire smile laden with wicked fangs
find your mark this night,
for tomorrow I will be the
unassuming face of the nightmare.