When you know the beast speaks,
When you hear it scream.
You feel the claws scratch,
At the surface of your skin.

When it hollers,
Like a Banshee awakened.
You know that your anger,
Started showing.

Your eyes pierce a color,
Not normal of everyday.
Your body shakes,
You want to send them to their graves.

People may bring you down,
They may awaken that beast.
Just remember to breathe.

Focus your mind,
Don't let that Banshee out.
This is not Halloween,
Or Boo Ville.

Keep the Beast contained.
It may be your last time,
That you see those who care for you.
Despised.