The heart of the beast is pounding, pounding, pounding
Your legs are pumping, pumping, pumping
Its growl deep and head low
Watching you, its pray
Ready to pounce at any moment
But then, whoosh, it's gone
Into nothing, thin air, emptiness
You keep going because you're scared, unaware
The edge greets you
Instincts take over and you stop
The silence is deafening
Where did it go?
How are you alive?
It only took a moment to realize that the beast is inside
And in that moment, you deside
To fight the thing with yellow eyes
Aloud you say "Come out to play."
The sword is somehow there
You grab it and fight
For love, for life, for fear
The final blow is brought down
So is a crown
You slayed the beast that ruled your thoughts
Now it's your turn
Show them who's boss
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
The heart of the beast is pounding, pounding, pounding
Your legs are pumping, pumping, pumping
Its growl deep and head low
Watching you, its pray
Ready to pounce at any moment
But then, whoosh, it's gone
Into nothing, thin air, emptiness
You keep going because you're scared, unaware
The edge greets you
Instincts take over and you stop
The silence is deafening
Where did it go?
How are you alive?
It only took a moment to realize that the beast is inside
And in that moment, you deside
To fight the thing with yellow eyes
Aloud you say "Come out to play."
The sword is somehow there
You grab it and fight
For love, for life, for fear
The final blow is brought down
So is a crown
You slayed the beast that ruled your thoughts
Now it's your turn
Show them who's boss
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