FULL MOON

I feel the call
and the moon bleeds again.
There are sounds in the night
my body is numb, without chills
my blood boils, wants to come out
break free from every vein.
Is it the scream of the wind
that crawls up in the mountains?
Or the creatures of the night
that howls to the moon?
No living person can resist to that call.
Mortal
I bleed, I don't discern.
Immortal
I deaden my heart.
Sometimes human
sometimes wollf
sometimes both.
Full Moon
I crave for you
I bleed in your arms
I dance
I sing
for you I cry.
I run, beneath the shadows
I howl for you.
My Full Moon
for you tonight
I hunt.