The Beast InsideI can feel It in there stirring,
starting to come to life.
I feel It's madness building,
as It opens up Its eyes.
I can sense It's aggrivation,
as It shakes the cage's rusted bars.
I know It comes back to life again.
I hear It's laughter, and see It's scars.
It's been idle for so long now,
not even wanting to be freed.
I had thought It may have died there,
but I guess that was never meant to be.
Now It's eye's are lit with fire,
and all It's anger and It's pain,
will once more fuel It's passions,
and send It raging once again.
I use up all my will power,
trying just hold It back.
But my will is slowly breaking before
the frustration It does not lack.
It's muscles seem to ripple
like the tides of oncoming waves.
I can even taste It's hunger,
and all the violence that It craves.
It's hackles are all standing now,
raised to heightened ends.
It's claws are rending holes inside,
and I know what this portends.
It's unaimed malice is so wicked now,
and It's hatred slowly grows.
Though It has no target,
and the door; it still is closed,
very soon It'll be unleashed once more,
and It's victim shall be chose.
TheHiker 41-45, M 6 Responses 12 Jul 17, 2012