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Wings and claws grow out of me
I lose control
As my soul begins to burn
My last thought, as myself,
Is why?
Before the inner demon
Seizes control
As the transformation completes,
I sieze the ones I once loved
With fists of fire
And fly off into the night,
a dark shadow of fear
as I kill and hurt
I forget all memories until they
Are just a desert island
In a sea of dark