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!
Copyright © Marquis Crooms | Year Posted 2010
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