The beast is alternately me and in me.
Sometimes I act like him, sometimes
I act under his influence.

He leads me to green pastures.
He makes me lie down in the still grass,
And pull my victims down.

Down, down, to the earth below,
Where I deliver them to him.

There he hungrily devours them,
While I stand hungry and tired.

When will I get to deliver him ?

Looping through the years of my life,
I came across this one day,
When everything seemed perfect.

I had to stop the reel, hit rewind,
Over and over again,
Till I noticed it was scratched,

And the repeat viewings had
Ruined the frame
Of that moment.