I cage the Beast, its taste is for the master,
Without it life is simply black and white,
It is what makes seeing what I see,
And loving worth the pain.
Yes, Beast, you have the teeth,
But see here, your part of me,
Why do you bite the hand that is your existence?
The bars are often not enough,
And Beast shatters my will, breaks free,
Roams about my face for all to see,
While his snarl,tears,and smiles,
Attack those around me.
Author notes
when emotions run high, they often run right out of our control...
Lather,Rinse,Bash,Repeat.
Comments
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LMAO the picture is crazy hilarious, and the poem s terrific. Nice work
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true, true, the title explains all and the poem illuminates what you mean by that. good show.
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lol i liked thios one very good
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