Lycans

These hands have dug deep tunnels between your legs
It was the fault of the moon and crashing red waves
Trails drawn by mouths shone on your skin
You thought it was perfect
We loved telling lies
All the fibs that you loved to hear from my mouth
The fury wiped out all, raw and cold
This was love that made us voracious
Fear the life, that makes us ill
Drunk of rage and lost again and again