The beast is back
Let's cause a fucking riot
I wanna scream
I wanna fight
The weed is good today
The burning needles in my brain
It courses through my veins
Liquid courage
Yell shout push
Bloody murder in my head
In my blood
Teeth sharpen to points
Claws rip out of my skin
Eyes glow neon
Watch out, fuckers
The beast is back
Patches on my rough tongue
Bottles in my shaking hands
Combat boots on my shifting feet
My world is getting torn to shreds
Watch out, mom
The beast is back
Waves of aggressive music wash away
What was left of that quivering bitch
Leaking blood and sweat into my ears
Smoke and ash cover my skin
Bass and drums
Cymbals and guitar solos
My throat is raw just from listening to it
The power is immeasurable
Watch out, coppers
The beast is back
Concrete under my spiked boots
Nah scratch that.
Their bleeding heads under my shoes
I wanna fuckin kill something
All those drugs I took earlier aren't helping
Is this happiness?
Probably
Watch out, sanity
The beast is back
And I'm never leaving
👁 6💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
SanitySomething
I'm an agender person that loves food, books, and sleep. I write poetry for fun, and I am trying to just put them out there for myself.
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.