Depressed Hellspawn

would you still love me if I shed my human skin most physically? if all I was was raving madness and the claws and fangs? and I'm not talking fetishising, i'm talking would you still love ME if I was that beast that noone talks about? If I were to lose any semblance, if I was quite the opposite of who I want to be? The opposite of calm and sweet, the opposite of "regulated"?

Would you still love me if I cowered? If all that kept me from destroying you was shreds of all my former selves and metal chains? Would I still be your happy ending, if I tapped out for every night the moon is full? If I was gone, just fully gone, without a trace but fur behind if all my love for you did not reflect within the cold dark pupils of my uncanny canoid eyes?