The Beast Within

Was I born this way? Or was it the one day I don’t remember? All I know is, is that I have the urge to But not limited, to attack! This doesn’t just happen three days out of the month But all the time when I see Him or Her It makes me think that I am not the only one There has to be more like me and there is! We are a cult, a covenant, a group, a pack of wolves When the feeling ignites, the blood boils The blood tends to flow in one particular place You can see it in my eyes And my body starts to change The claws come out like snake fangs It is like I can’t control myself No matter how many times I repeat “CONTROL YOURSELF” I want to run and hide until it goes away I call it “taming the beast” All my life I’ve tried to shut it out But not anymore! Its loose Instead of stopping the blood, I let it go! It feels magnificent! I don’t care of what people think of me I don’t care if I hurt someone I mean no harm to those who aren’t my prey! I am no monster! I still bleed red And I know they do too! My kind has been seen in movies We are portrayed in different connotations I laugh because like the saying says “there is more than one way to skin a Cat” When the moment occurs now… My clothes come off and the hunt begins! I may be on all fours or just two feet My prey doesn’t care because they know what’s coming I like to play with my food first Until I hit my point of aggression Then its time to feed the Beast that has been Locked up for years time The males tend to taste different than the females Which makes them my first pick When they hear the growls and thunderous roar They know it’s the end… at least for now Until the urge starts over again!