The beast

The beast is hungry...Time to feed her...

Clawing at the walls

Breaking and shattering

The beast is in pain

And tears at the walls

I scream in agony 

Sorrow builds inside

Forcing me to cry and sob

The tears are cold and foreign

The pain is too much

I reach for a blade

Slicing and dicing my wrist 

Lines running in different directions

Blood leaks 

Crimson red liquid 

It feeds the beast 

Numbing her pain

I'm stuck crying 

As the beast feeds 

Draining me of life

Should have tamed the beast

But its too late 

The deed is done

The beast is satisfied 

Until she gets hungry again

Then its back to feeding 

And numbing

Cutting

And dying on the inside

The beast must be satisfied 

Or the walls crumble 

And I am consumed by the darkness

An inky black darkness 

Author's Note

So I don't do this anymore.

Reviews

[Tomislav Petricevic]

This is dark, the way I like it! We sure sometimes do feel like the only way to satisfy the beast within is pain, but we may still realize that it's not the only way...I usually feel that way when I don't have anyone to talk to. So that's one of the reasons why I like talking to other people, so that they don't have to feel the same way I do sometimes...
Anyways, I really like this poem, great job.

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oooohh! a bit scary love! haha but i did really love the whole plot of it... a tad scary but loved it!