The Beast In Me
My inner core as dark as coal;
The licentious being within my soul;
The lost, the hurt, the blind, the sicked;
All that is in me is utterly wicked.
I wear a mask, I'm not who you see.
You simply cannot tame the beast in me.
With rigid claws and a malicious grin
It devours the slightest hope within.
Don't be a fool, I cannot change
These grimly things you may think strange.
This outward person that you perceive
Was only created to deceive.
Even as things not meant to be,
You simply cannot tame the beast in me...
Copyright © Michael G. Weston | Year Posted 2015
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