Sonnet Sunday's: Torment at Night

It all happened one fatal night

When I suffered a werewolf’s bite

Not too long, I began my plight

Changing into a hideous sight

The horrid memories I got

Wanting to get rid of the lot

Don’t care if they’re ready or not

Hoping one day that I’ll get shot

Awake by the shine of the sun

Living with the crime I have done

Praying that I’m not on the run

Silver strikes from the hunter’s gun

My hands are drenched crimson red

Falling into the flower’s bed

With all my final words said

I’m lying there, finally dead