We, the BeastA Poem by David the writer
I can feel my nails grow
And my body changing To night, the crows will crow And their souls will be weeping A man to a beast, to a tragedy I wish I could change it, me I'd give so much to be normal, human But I don't think I can Here comes the bloodshed Here comes the savage beast As a spider spins a web like thread The beast will take the innocent blood as a feast Who am I, really? Am I apart of a beast that's apart of me? Is the beast really inside of me? Or am I only the host of this parasite? I can't give back all the lives it's taken, we've taken We're condemned, and rightfully forsaken There's too much that couldn't be repaired No matter how much sorrow we felt, how much we cared © 2013 David the writerReviews
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Added on June 4, 2013Last Updated on June 4, 2013 AuthorDavid the writerOKAboutMy profile was rated This Page is Rated PG-13 www.writerscafe.org/David_ Lets101 Quizzes - Online Quizzes Welcome to my profile! Get your groceries, and get out! Hey guys! So, I'm not o.. more..Writing
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