Werewolf

I am a hairy beast
waiting for the kill;
Waiting for the feast.
Thick black follicles
Never shaved, quite deranged.
A clean, but hairy beast
Waiting for the kill;
Waiting for the feast.
Wide mouth open
Metallic black eyes
Stare straight into the depth
Of your demise.
Don’t be “fooled”
By this clever disguise.
I use it as a mask
The hairy beast inside.
Growling
Chomping
Flesh to wisps;
Bone to powder.
Lurching
Smiling
While gnawing through slimy eyeballs and veins.
Licking
Slurping
Blood from my victims.
I am a hairy beast
Waiting for the kill;
Waiting for the feast.
I enlarge my testicles
To swallow the night.
As shiny
Penny-less paupers
Form into light.
Eating through fear,
I devour bad taste
Crumble buildings
To rust,
And mere people that hate.
This creature,
Within me
Can’t be undone.
With one flick of my jawbone;
I’ve already won.
The glint in my teeth,
The layers of gums.
Too late to stop
From what I’ve become.
I am a hairy beast
Waiting for the kill;
Waiting for the feast.