The Beast

You look at me,

seeing only what you want.

Thinking, you can change and fix me?

You're misguided, sweet and innocent.

 

My walls are high, steel plated.

The moat, razor wire and crocodile infested.

Minefields, with killer bloodhounds.

Guards with guns, and cannons on the wall.

Purpose is not protection, but containment.

The demon child must never escape.

 

Please, beware, don't come to close!

I fear you will only be disappointed.

You think, the little child in the corner,

needs your love, your salvation?

It's not what it seems, it an evil elusion.

 

The child preys on sympathy,

its hunkered whimpering in a dark corner.

It's only resting, plotting an escape.

Dirty and bruised from constant clawing.

Scratching, the floors and all the walls.

 

Don't open the cellar door!?

It will be a last breath moment.

The beast will consume us both.

It will do what beast do best.

Kill and destroy!

With no mercy, and no regret. 

Author's Note

The darkness inside waiting to get out.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. This was really dark but good though...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thanks, it was a look at that part of all person that you never want the world to see.

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know...You are welcome...:)