The Beast Becomes Me
Here come the claws, caked, as covered as the jaws
with its teeth gnashing, sharpened. It raises bloody paws.
Over head, flames had fallen, almost silent from the sky,
crept inside just as soundly as each well dressed lie.
Cause: deception,
infecting the ravenous mind.
Lets the blood flow
so that it knows that severing ties
would be the last of love’s lust
and the last of it’s kind.
Still, it sits tight and it aims right
till it’s sure to hit home
because patience, and the waiting
are carved into its bones.
While the beast sleeps, let’s it’s prey feed
both bound to be alone,
the wolf becomes me. Would your heart speed
to find out what i’ve known?
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