Wednesday, May 15, 2013


A man sits on the side of the road
His head in his hands, tears in his eyes
He is not concerned with the world around him
He is just afraid of what's inside.

The beast

Sweat, the bitter stink of failure
Blood, flowing back to a dirty drain
Pain, a grin scratched in dirt
Tears, mixing with the pain

The beast

Killing all that is dead
Breathing in the dust of dreams
Swirling thoughts in his head
Silenced by the screams

The beast

When the beast looks up
Into your eyes
It knows you
Mirrors never lie

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