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BEAST


Am I a beast yes a beast within I surge with the hate of a three pronged beast 

that will soon be unleasehed 

is this how you see me cause it seems so 

you say you want to understand but then why do I feel the judgment 

I loath the idea of the two who brought me up to love a God that I pray to but can't see

As I curl up in a ball with my nose up against a wall

you see me and ask if I am okay 

but the beast lashes out and yells back 

AS IF I WAS EVER OKAY

"drip drip drip"

whats that sound 

is it the sound of blood?

no but that of a tear in which the beast shows with eminse fear 

the fear that he is looked at as a monster 

and all that being one encompouses 

from the freshley sharpened horn 

to the bleek and morbid sounds 

and the eyes yes the eyes which say it all

that the beast is not much at all what they think him to be 

but a human like you and me.

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