Raging Beast

All the twists and turns_

Within my deepest inner self,

Lures inside the Beastly existence_

To be freed, weeping, pleading,

With shackles of flesh, Restrained,

Kept out of sight.

Claws of steel, cut my back_

And drinking my red wine, it breaks its Cage.

Of all the memories it takes

Those neglecting faces,

To be out means so is that tormented soul_

And out it comes, with all its glorious filth.

Flames of fury, burn in its chest.

They burst out in that instance_

It sees its tormentors, and lets all out.

© A Furious Child