• Ouietly insane...
    The beast's back is to the outside world.
    Only turning to rear itself at others when angered.
    But it only falls back,
    Shaking with barely bridled rage,
    It lusts for blood but cannot aquire it.

    The human skin it's in no longer fits,
    Wanting to expand and take over,
    In the mind's eye,
    Teeth are bared and the orbs are blind,
    Blind by the self control the body has,
    Within the clouded depths is the anger... The madness.

    Could anyone tame the beast inside thyself?