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Beast Within

I feel through the darkness My empty hand searching I can smell his fetid breath Hear his leaden feet echoing my heartbeat He approaches, in near perfect silence In my last moments, I quell I rage He has lived in my shadow Haunting my steps Now, I shall be consumed As profile as the rest Unimportant as any other His victim He, my own creation, my own ruin He, my cowardice My fear, uncertainty and my hate What haunts me? Me. The evil I didn’t have the courage to halt I feel his claws rip His teeth pierce my soul I am lost Condemned to the dungeons below

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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