Am I really the one to blame? You knotted my fur, left me in the rain, yet am I truely the one to blame?

You were the savior sent from below, the one sent to destroy me, ruin me.

I bared my fangs. You were all bite, I was nothing but bark. You bit directly into my neck, leaving me nothing but a disgusting shell of the thing I once was. 

I lived in your shadow, just like that of the moon I once trusted. Your venom rushed through my own ugly veins, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to bite the hand that threatened.