THE BEAST IS UNLEASHED

this is a poem about the thoughts of a man who has been made into a weapon, and how he feels about his line of work, and the ones who command him

I can feel it in my veins 

The drugs that you gave me

They're clouding my head

Making me drowsy

 

I can see things

Things no one should see

My fears, and my darkest dreams

 I can see the white froth

 coming out of that poisoned person's mouth

The person lying motionless on the ground 

He who took the fall for me

 

I have done things I am not proud of

things that are nasty and uncouth

But what makes me mad is

The fact that I enjoyed doing them

 

I had a dream, a dream before me

A dream no one should have

A dream no one should see

A dream to watch the world burn

 

You, you evil person, you helped me realize them,

And just look what's left of us,

What's left of this earth,

What's left of my world

 

You taught me not to love, for love is for the weak

I never had anything to lose,

I'm always free, but am I really?

I'm in your clutches, the vicious grip of an eagle on a snake,

But funnily enough, aren't u the snake and i the eagle?

 

I have killed, with a smile on my face

I have been in darkness, alone, and survived

What makes u think your entrapment is something i cant ace?

 

You think you have the upper hand here?

Using me for your own selfish needs…

I was a mere man, and you made me a weapon

To do what, keep you true to your holy deeds?

 

You make me kill, you make me lie,

Just imagine how many people had to cry

I never wanted to be a part of this,

So you drug me, you brainwash me,

But now, its your time to die.

 

I know your moves, I know how you think

I can even recognize you in the dark through your stink

You think you have the upper hand here, ‘cause I’m the one tied to the chair

But did it once cross your mind, that this is what I had to do, to get in your lair?

 

The drugs are no match for me,

They are already wearing off,

And that baffled look on your face

Is making me want to scoff

 

You know I know all the tricks,

You know how well I can torture,

And now you regret your actions,

Because you know you can’t stop me now

 

I don’t need a gun, I don’t need a knife,

Believe me. All I need are my bare hands

‘cause they are enough to take your life

 

You scream, you shriek,

You try to run away from me,

You hide, you freak

But you know already what your fate will be

 

Because the beast has been unleashed.

Author's Note

this is a poem I have written after many years...just want some opinions and thoughts on how I could improve.