THe Beast that should not Be
Walls all closed in
leaving windows to shatter .
fragments strewn below bare feet
cutting, impaling soft flesh unforgiving.
confined in halls narrowing
as I run to a place, a point
devoid of escape
The beast draws closer now
gnashed teeth froth venoumous kill lust
as talons trace along the walls
etching all my secrets in oak for all to see
for here and evermore
My precipice of horror force feeds
all wrongs suggestively, digestively
to purge karma pits placed
dormant inside and residing
as my only hopes of righteousness
are cast aside by regretted meals.
beast draws closer clawing
skin of back now flayed
exposed and bleediing completely
lungs gasp defiant punctured
yet survivng drawing gasping breath
If the exposure is your weapon, beast
you may never defeat me
bleeding I will claw back and kill
any idea that aims to asphyxiate
ambition--my self doubt beast will never defeat me
Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2010
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