Chasing emptiness

silver night bids me to change
silver knife cuts back my chance
running wild in the fields and woods
hungry howl on the search for food

scent of man makes me insane
my only aim and yet my bane
nostrils filled with the sweet fragrance
overwhelmed by the sharpened sense

there´s more to moon than melancholy
there´s more to moon than just lunacy
the hollow heart sets instincts free
the rage and lust are its progeny