Bark (The Werewolf Journal's Book 1)

by Sabian Masters

  Flake Out

  All alone on my own. Sick of it, need to get out, need to escape, need to fly away to someplace safe. Chained to the walls, I have the key to unlock them but won’t let myself. I need to go on, forget the past. There’s nothing there but things that never last. I can’t see the future, don’t know if I want to, but need to get there some way or another. I need a lot, can’t seem to get it. Want to be loved, need to be wanted. I just want to stop being haunted. It’s a freefall. I’m going to hit bottom. I’m screaming and yelling but no one hears and there’s no one to catch me. Need to wake up, open my

  eyes before it’s too late and I flake out and die.

  Shame

  Pillars of skulls surround my body as a fire burns just beneath me. I feel myself losing control. I feel my skin growing old. There’s a devil that laughs in a thrown of flesh and thousands of masked naked women whispering my name. Blood seeps through my pores like sweat and I’m unable to move. The sky is red and I feel myself farther away from my bed. People shedding tears over me. I don’t see it. Fires for my demise, all lit and hell dogs guard my body. My soul is gone but my flesh remains and I live in hell always remembering my shame.

  Gods of War

  Gods of war fight in the night and the phoenix of life takes flight. Winged lions roar at the chores of heaven as the gates open for the locks are broken. No words are spoken as angels raise their fire-blazed swords. Demons swarm the land in hordes. Bright lights fill the sky as blood rains down on people’s eyes. Fire burns the lands of earth as a crying mother gives birth. The prince of heaven has returned and has come to teach us what he’s learned. Every demon is burned away as the sun brings back a brand new day.