Wolfman

Wolfman! 

Wolfman.

Betrayed and abused to the point that you conform to Dracula's deceptive ways.

Wolfman, you are but a ghost, transparent as crystal

So that I see your every thought, your every filthy secret!

Little viper, be not dismayed though, I will not slaughter your false confidence by revealing

Your insecurity to the stone cold world.

Benign monster, I know what lies deep in the hair of your matted chest, the reality you deny.

The sickening feeling you can't discern, that clashes with the reputation you've earned.

Those betraying thoughts of helplessness you shred with yellowed fangs,

But that reincarnate to stall the focus of your delicate game.

Wolfman! It's time you awake and polish your claws, shedding the skin of your protecting fraud!

Because I've witnessed the times, when your rabid snarls can not mask your tears!

Wolfman, I've seen the salty rain stain the sand you kneel on, in the depths of your secrecy.

Secluded, you depend on night's decaying veil, to suffocate your hideous, grieving wails,

And how the slits in your eyes turn tragic and wide, as loneliness breaches your sanity!

But you are caught in the light of a merciless full moon.

For I know it's life's war which grew out your canine mane,

And tinged your personality with sour animosity,

I know it's war that tears down the cavalcade,

To reveal that under concealing skies,

Is where the Wolfman cries.