Day 25: Running From Skin

So I saw New Moon with my wife and some people from her work today, and I am pretty certain that people are divided into two groups: People would prefer to be vampires, and people who would prefer to be werewolves. Kinda like cat and dog people, but it really seems to boil down to people who would rather live with nature or be masters over it. Vampire sympathizers prefer society, structure, a separation from those feral werewolves who live in the forest and when they are in human form they tend to live simpler lives off the land. I'm a werewolf supporter.


Freedom from Skin


There was a boy who felt trapped
By the weight of his own skin
Feeling there was more
Feeling torn by the war within

Emotions would swing
With the wind like a kite
Unable to restrain
Anger flashes hot white

And so he would run
Like the world wouldn't end
Hoping he'd run fast enough
To leave behind his skin

And so one day he ran
Farther than he had before
And he ran through the pain
That ripped apart his core

And he ran faster than his feet
And he ran faster than his chest
And he ran faster than his face
And he ran faster than his breath

And when he looked over his shoulder
He saw his empty shell
And realized with his last few steps
He'd released himself

He ran on all fours
And he howled as he sped
A bone shivering song of power
And was never heard from again