This beast inside me.
Is aching to escape.
The rage building up,
Inside of me,
Needs to be released.
It is clawing just beneath,
The surface.
It has become harder to control,
And will soon break free,
If not sedated.
My beast needs to feast,
On fresh,
Raw flesh.
Only then will it be content,
Once again,
And able to rest peacefully.
COMMENTS
-