Ooh. What's the Creature?What friend do you speak of?Why do people scream?
A darkened foe we all do faceThe Beauty I seek in a secret placeThey fear my horrible evil raceFor me the people have nothing but hate
And who is this girl(?)And may I ask, what is yourrace? Why do they hate?
Beauty is her name, you seeA monster am I and will always beThe people fear a thing like meThey don't understand the inner Beast
What does she look like?Where is she? And you, what doyou look like? Tell me.
Simple beauty; is that not enough?But I know not her location or I'd be there in a huffA beast I am, can't you simply see?Man by day, and by night, something monstrous is me
A werewolf of sortsare you... And how do you turn?Are you curs'd or bless'd?
Cursed with a blessing, blessed with a curseIt all means the same when I start to hurtBut I turn into not a wolf when I let myself goYou'd know if you'd see, though you would scream so
Where/how does it hurt?I wonder, do you have cont--rol over your change? Sigh.Are you still you, beast?Are you the same at night asduring the bright day?
It hurts all over, all the timeIt hurts my body and my mindI cannot choose when I must hurtI am forced to crawl in dirt
That's fucking depres--Sing! Can you not get better?Good luck in your search.