BeastA Poem by Perfectly flawedjust a free form writingThe night brings out the beast that hides from the sun. Fueling the urges to commit the sins we try to avoid. Feeling it scratch and claw at every nerve pushing the very bounds of temptation and lust. The feeling is a hunger that no form of nourishment can cure. The Sin manifesting within into its own being fueling the passion being building up inside. The urge to become the hunter looking for prey takes over! The beast that has been held back now takes control becoming the very being of sin, lust, and desire. © 2012 Perfectly flawed |
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Added on September 6, 2012 Last Updated on September 6, 2012 |