Linguistics

I have come to understand, or
created understanding to cope with
shrieking howls of some half-formed language and
blood-red scrawls that assault my senses.

Direct translation is impossible for
those who speak it don't know what they're saying.

It is a dialect of creeping dread.
ancient, (un)natural.

Whispers of worry, grunts of confusion, shouts of fear,
Cacophony of terror.

It is as an Alpha wolf,
well-fed, expert hunter who,
for the first time,
finds himself alone and feeble, starving and scared.

A rumbling noise he has never made burns through his throat,
bursting out behind clenched teeth and shivering lips.
The sound and feel of it scares him
as much as the circumstances that cause him to make it.

Our tongues move strange and vocal cords left frayed.
Our bodies feel alien and numb.

I have come to understand these things a herald of a new age.
The desperate new/old language of our blood.