If you could only see the beast you've made of me, I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart, drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart. My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in, you are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl. Howl.  Now there's no holding back, I'm aching to attack. My blood is singing with your voice I want to let it out. The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground. Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. I want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness. And howl. Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters.

Hunters. Hunters. Hunters. 

This is thrilling, and also very terrifying.