Ghost Of The Moon

The moon looms above me,
A blinding and lonely guide,
The only thing I can see
In this forsaken, wretched world.
This place no one has ever been before.
The nightly blackness presses against me,
Forcing me to cower down
And forget everything I swore I knew.
Forcing me to become part of it.
I stand above the world,
Unnoticed
Undetected
Because no radar thinks to look
Inside the mind of an animal.
The wolf that I have become.
Through the transformation
I know I've lost everything I once had.
But I never had anything to begin with.
I don't think anymore,
Just rely on the animal instincts that will hopefully save me.
A bone-chilling breeze creeps over me,
Shuddering
Shaking
Rattled to the core.
Hair stands on end in anticipation
Of something my mind hasn't detected yet.
Soon it will, but until then I howl like the
Wild
Untamed
Savage thing I am.
From the concealed, foreboding woods behind me
Appear endless more somber mutts,
Reflections of myself.
So much the same, and yet so different,
Together and yet separated,
We all wail at the enchanting moon,
Hopeless, lost.
Singing the lament of the unheard.
Because we've lost our humanity ages ago, not realizing
That we're all animals,
Carnivores,
Ghosts of the moon.