Werewolf (froof has a dream)

If you were to love me,
I would kill you eventually.

I change with the moon,
fickle as a paper doll,
my bones fold like origami,

and I am so horrible
that I splinter eyes,
drown loveliness with howls,
and shatter the glass of black night skies.

As my bones break themselves
and come together as a different,
mangled,
jigsaw puzzle,
I am burned of all my skin.

I become a bloody,
menacing,
frothing thing,
bubbling in heated blood,
like concoction;
I am a shape-shifter.

I am an abuser;
Yet a lover when the moon is gone.

It is unwise to love a mangled thing,
that will rip you eventually,
beware the bite of reality.

My teeth will become your worst enemy;
I graze them on your neck longingly,
to draw blood is my only mentality,
the intoxicating sweet crimson sweat,

there is a love underneath this skin;
but a wolf is more present within.


-A dream I had. Took me by surprise let me tell you~

As I read this it feels like the violence is metaphorical.
But, you say a dream inspired this, so did this dream involve literal ripping and biting?

also "beware the bite of reality." this caused me to argue with myself for a while. I don't like the concept but I find it hard to deny completely.

hmmmmm both.