Let out a little of the beast. Enough to appease it.
It howls. I feel it scratching, wearing away my mind.
This rage, This dark veil obscures. Clarity skits away.
Let a little out, then cage it again.
For this world knows not of the beast.
And it shall not.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
Let out a little of the beast. Enough to appease it.
It howls. I feel it scratching, wearing away my mind.
This rage, This dark veil obscures. Clarity skits away.
Let a little out, then cage it again.
For this world knows not of the beast.
And it shall not.
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