The Maroon Lips Of A Wolf – Day 118, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Suffused with tints of red gone maroon overnight.
Luminous beneath moonshine,
Enough to blind our eyes.
Human souls morphing into their true lupine form,
Howling into a sky darkened by mischievous desires worn,
With a chip on their shoulders for,
A mere display.
What they eat?
Is human flesh as their compassion decays.
Their lips drip with lifeforce syphoned as,
A grandstand for others to admire.
Transforming back into a vessel bound to rigor mortis and fire.
Burning all of what they see into ash,
Crying,
Along a smirk they know will inevitably expire…