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The Beast

Lying here, I am eaten The beast takes its last bite On a cold and dreary evening I begin to recount my life Sliding past his teeth, I weep Remembering all my strife Trying to climb, with arms so weak My pains increase and subside Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung Reaching one last time My eyes close tight, when terrors sung With a beastly sort of pride Falling down his throat, I'm choked My breath taken from inside While hearing every ghastly note The beast sings and cries Past his lungs, all hope is gone So hard I thought i tried Into it's gut I'm finally done Inside the beast I died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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