The howling of
distress
Once the blood bank
turns empty
Up in their heads
spin nothing
Every idea turns
into dark spots
The Lycans don’t realize
The tower of their
base is gone
There is nothing
for them to hide
Now out in the open
the skeletons count
They still want to
behave
Like humans mixing
with the crowd
Some leaders still
talk like before
But the façade
blown out long ago
In the year gone by
The hungry faces
still cry
Though they put up
a brave front
They won three
trophies but not the grand prize
The howling of
distress
The blood bank has
gone
The Lycans in human
forms
They see the
skeletons count
There is no way
they could hide
They out in the
open the base is gone
They howl in the
distress night
The police want to
cage them all
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