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?