Shapeshifter
It happens at night when the moon shines bright, streets are quiet makes me want to start a riot,
my body starts to shiver I start running along side the river, my vision change, my smell get an abnormal range.
running on hands an feet with alot of speed
hearing every humans heartbeat
my teeth as sharp as knifes it can end lives
My devil human brown eyes soften to angel gold eyes,
I look at the sky, my shape is shifting my common sense is drifting, my wolf is out and he is so loud, I'm not responsible anymore, so sit back and hear my roar.
my body starts to shiver I start running along side the river, my vision change, my smell get an abnormal range.
running on hands an feet with alot of speed
hearing every humans heartbeat
my teeth as sharp as knifes it can end lives
My devil human brown eyes soften to angel gold eyes,
I look at the sky, my shape is shifting my common sense is drifting, my wolf is out and he is so loud, I'm not responsible anymore, so sit back and hear my roar.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Vrijdag, januari 15, 2016 21:04 |
| Mooi! Met plezier gelezen. Liefs | |
| Pascal Janssen: | Vrijdag, januari 15, 2016 17:36 |
| No roar needed to impress me. The words are enough! Greetzzz Pasje |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 januari 2016 | ||
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