With long flowered fingers you could explore your head
your very own head
(your very own head)
pry apart the skull with red-painted fingernails
that scrape and scratch your skin
eat out your brain
Eat out your brain

Child of the mountains, reined on
your very own moss, grown in your garden
outside of a crude stone cottage
next to a murky brown creek,
mossbeds surrounded by rounded stones,
all chocolate-ebony and smelling
of earth

that is when you have to pull out
your cultured claws
and eat out your brain.
Your very own brain.

You wish you could paint those talons
and set them on a purse and force
your fat scaly body into a pretty dress
your elongated wide feet into heels
and dance.

But you eat out your brain
Burn the ends of your fingers
no fraying here,
You eat out your brain,
like a slushy, so sticky, so smooth
so stringy.

eat out your brain
(eat out your brain)

Biting my tongue was a problem for me as a child
Holding back the words
that I so desperately wanted to say
screaming on the inside
but politely whispering on the outside

As I grew into an awkward
fumbling
naive girl
I hated my passive lips
and ever silent throat

It was when I was confronted
only a timid lion cub thrown into a fight
that I grew my roar
and learned that my bite was worse
than my growl

Now ask me anything
tell me what you think
say what you really feel
and only expect the same in return
and don't be surprised by the poison that drips from my tongue

My saliva can infect wounds
and my teeth carry the venom of a thousand snakes
With lips so sweet
and smile so bright
It's camouflage for the beast hidden underneath

So keep running your mouth
let those slippery words flow through your mouth
but let me warn you


I don't need you
or your facade
A beast hides under these doe eyes
and it's more sinister
than the most poisonous snake

Is it just a loose porch board
that creaks just outside my door?
Is it just the howling wind
that creaks outside and nothing more?

Can I trust these sweat-soaked sheets
to keep a midnight prowler at bay?
Can I trust my frozen feet
to safely carry me away?

Is my room, cloaked in gloom,
inhabited by solely me?
Light, I assume, would only exhume
the tenants of my dirtless tomb.

I shall not be prey, I then decide,
I shall not fall to just any beast!
I'm not a feast... not their's at least...
The worms... perhaps, but them I don't mind.

"You're not getting me!" I scream,
I grab the the gun and run to the shed.
I turn and bolt the door and my hands
shake as I load an ounce of lead.

"I'm not yours to have!" I cry
My vision now becoming blurred
click
"It is I who shall have the final word!"

Throughout an empty forest, a single shot is heard.

Come my fellow hunters, follow me
as I am not likely to return.
Let us begin the journey to hunt him:
                                                      Beauty
Illusive -- have you ever seen such a beast?
Legends of
        Grace and Glamour
                Magnificence and Mesmerizing
yet no eyes have ever met his.
A shadow in the night, a ray in the morning,
dearest Apollo, is that you? Your songs lulls us,
but fairest Venus holds the leash.
He does not hide, this beast, as he stand tall
upon highway billboards and magazines.
Don’t think he’s gone, he’s just evolved,
photoshop to lure us, and then he
        pulls the trigger
                swallows the pills
                           slices the skin --
Beauty has become something lost in translation,
echoing in a past without
        makeup
                surgery
                           dieting.
Come my fellow hunters, follow me
as I am not likely to return.
We must strike him down with truths and
force his eyes on his ignorance.
When he lies, death cooing his sleep,
Leave me the bones
so that I might hang them for all to see.
A new symbol of freedom from chains
held by companies profiting from our pain.
Hunt with me so that one day we can say
                                The Beast is dead.

Inside her live the demons
Blood-******* demons.
Forcing life out of her
Sending agony throughout.
She lies awake at night
As the occupants devour
Her glory and gore.
But soon they will be gone
When there's nothing left to feed on.
The beauty perished by the beast
Will be the scavenger's feast.

The fur upon it's shoulders, the maw upon it's head, the claws upon it's hands are surely to be dread.
Your darkest single nightmare. . .
and your sickest single thought . . .
cannot compare in truth to what man and beast has wrought.

I was gonna rip his heart out. I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless champion, there has ever been. No one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No! He's no Alexander! I'm Alexander! I'm the best ever. I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey. There's never been anyone like me. I'm from their cloth. There is no one who can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want his heart! I want to eat his children! Praise be to Allāh!

-Mike Tyson

I am a caged beast of rejected soals.
I sit in a forest of death as i watch a beautiful bird land.
Then i watch as the bird sits.
Stares.
Right into the eyes of a lion.
I scream.
I yell.
I ******* beg.
Please.. I cant loose another..
But the bird still sits.
Right before the death of the bird, a feeling i lust for so deeply, the bird turns.
It looks at me,
As if to say, "i shant not fly nor run away, for this beast i face is of pure hate. The malignity of extinction I can not fear, for i am the speacies of the lost and weird. I am beasts of prey turned into prey of beasts, the hungry lions who will not feast. I am the prey of beasts witch turn beasts of prey, beasts to beasts who are beasts to prey. For when the world will come to end, when time ceases and begins to bend, a beast is a beast, defined by life, we are all the same in destinys fight. Beasts are beasts in this jungle of hate, so let love replace the beasts today."
Within a second, seeming forever slowed, the bird flys right under the lions nose.

We are all beasts.
Weather you are a beast to beasts, a beast to prey, or a beast in a cage,
We are all beasts.
The bullies are attacked by those who want to help the hopeless, when the biggest bully of the hopeless are the hopeless themselves.
I don't want to be a beast.