The monster in me!

The moster wants out and i can not controle it
it was mad some one made it mad
it wants blood, fresh human blood
the moster of a wolf gone rong
black and red matter of evil
feels no pain, love, sarow, only hate and rage
the moster is in me and breaking though
i do not know how much longer i can contain its rage, hate, anger
this moster is almost there
i will be gone and never will come back
it is feeding on the pain of others
my feelings are turnig to dust and the to rage, hate, revenge!
i am no longer of feeling i have no hope left in me
i am gone!
it will consume my feelings and make me numb to love and good
i will not care if others are hurt, crying, alone
i will not care for anyone but my self and feesting until it is full
the moster of a wolf gone crazy is almost hear.....i will be gone....forever...