The Beast

February 12, 2009
By Diana Dessy SILVER, The Woodlands, Texas
Diana Dessy SILVER, The Woodlands, Texas
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As I lay me down to sleep

None is granted for this beast

I've not died yet I don't live

In fear of death, it's death I give

My breath is none

My heart lays still

I despise this beast who craves the kill

This bloodlust that consumes the days

These gruesome nights when the monster slays

I've found I now fear my own shadow

I've found my mind is truly mad now

My sleepless dreams are always haunted

By the death I've always wanted

The chilling screams that fill my ears

The lives I've ended over all these years

Their faces, always haunting me

Their voices, always taunting me

I cannot escape the beast

And every night, as he feasts

I'm losing me, becoming him

Forgive me God, for I have sinned.

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