WRITING
The Beast Inside Us
The dark beast snarls, inside my chest.
Filled with agony, and hatred without rest.
Like a tortured wind ripping through a barren land,
waiting to be evils hand.
Full of lust to tear, shred, and maim.
Letting go of all thought, and care, to embrace the insane.
With claws like searing hot knives, tearing the skin from your back.
Jagged teeth with a razors edge, and harpooned tip, ready to attack.
It whispers to me to feed it once so I can be free.
Tempted I am to begin, so that I can see.
The beast destroy my enemies, so I can escape.
But to do so would be to gamble my own fate.
It runs and howls though the night,
Killing all the things I hate in its sight.
Allowing no mercy, no one will it save.
Until there is nothing left, but shallow graves.
The beast chuckles to it self, for it knows,
The more the beast easts, the more it grows.
It lies to me, and says that its under my control.
Consuming all, and in the end even my very soul.
