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