Beast

Just a poem

It's buried beneath, with jagged teeth.

It's deep beneath, a simple beast.

It tears and screams, it's bursting at the seams.

It fears the kind, so take it's eyes, just keep it blind.

It walks in threes, it spreads disease.

It breathes in Death, it's only friend.

It steps too heavy, and one day maybe-

It'll die.

Today it's cold, today it's odd.

Today it won't be kind, it's not.

Today is built for tearing down.

Today is for a blood-stained crown.

Today it sits on thrones of thorns.

Today it leaves it's human form.

Today it's broken all it's chains.

Today attempts to stop it are in vain.

It sits inside this body cold.

It grasps it's mind, has a firm hold.

It's desperate in it's wild cries.

It's cruel, cutting, hate-filled eyes.

It's blood is boiling below the skin.

It's mouths are oozing words of sin.

It strives for power and for grace.

It's only met with black distaste.

And though this beast, it sits inside.

It tells it's sad host it should hide.

That should it ever, ever find me.

Run from the murderer I'll be.

Reviews

[Sydney]

Again, speechless. I could read your stuff for hours, seriously. Can't get enough.