THE BEAST WITHIN
WHO CAN CONTROL THE BEAST
WITHIN?
THE ONE WHOSE LUSTS, ARE HATE
AND RAGE?
DWELLING DEEP WITHIN EACH OF US,
WAITING TO ESCAPE FROM ITS
CAGE...............
A BEAST WITH LONG & RAZOR
SHARP CLAWS,
WITH FANGS IN WHICH TO SHRED THE
SOUL.
DEPTH LESS EYES, EYES THAT BURN
RED AND HOT.
DESTRUCTION BEING ITS ONLY
GOAL................
COVERED IN HAIR THAT'S WHITE AS
SNOW,
FROM ITS FEEDING ON PAIN AND
TORMENT.
WITH A SOUL AS BLACK AS HELL'S
ABYSS,
UNABLE TO BRING ITS SELF TO
REPENT............
DEVOURING ALL THAT'S WITHIN ITS
PATH,
ALWAYS CRYING OUT FOR MORE.
WANTING ALL MY ABANDONED DREAMS,
AND HEARTS SO TENDER AND
SORE..........
A LOVE THAT'S TRUE CAN BUILD A
CAGE,
KEEPING THE HORRID BEAST
ENSNARED.
WITH DEVOTION FORMING BARS OF
STEEL,
AND A LOCK MADE UP OF LOVE AND
CARE..........
THOSE WHO CAN BE OF ANY HELP,
ARE UNABLE OR EVEN UNWILLING
IT'S HARD TO FIND A LOVE SO
PURE,
AND THEN TO BE SO
FULFILLING..........
YOUR ONLY RECOURSE LIES,
IN SHUTTING OFF EMOTIONS.
STARVING OUT THE ANGRY BEAST,
AND QUIETING ALL
COMMOTION...........
BUT LIKE SO MUCH IN LIFE,
SHUTTING DOWN IS HARD TO DO.
FEED THE BEAST OR SHUN EMOTION.
THE DECISION IS UP TO
YOU...........
WITH NO EMOTIONS GUIDING
ME,
KEEPING ALL MY PATHS SO TRUE.
I WOULD HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED,
THIS LOVE I HAVE FOR
YOU...........
SO BUILD ME A CAGE OF PUREST
GOLD,
TO LOCK AWAY MY BEAST,
SO THAT WE MAY SPEND A LIFETIME,
ENJOYING LIFE'S GREATEST
FEAST........
OR LEAVE ME TO MY OWN DEVICES,
AND GO ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
EITHER WAY THE BEAST WILL BE
CAGED,
BECAUSE I HAVE TO
SURVIVE..........
By Cristina
Footnote
by Samantha
Those
red burning eyes
The
sharp drooling fangs
Those
sharp claws that dig deep into soft
pale flesh
The
white fur {though in the dark light it
is hard to distinguish}
The
damsel, so beautiful, so soft and
demure
yet
such darkness in her soul,
Can
this truely be you my darling
Christina?
But
fear not for my damsel is safe,
for if love can truly be the weapon to
save her from the clutches of the
beast hidden within her dark soul,
then she hath that in the arms of
another creature, equally as sweet,
one who loves her dearly.
And
this love shines like a beacon of
hope, taking the form
of
a glistening sword with which she hath
the power
to
slay the beast at will.
Reach
for the light Cristina, grasp the love
with both hands,
and
all will be well
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