It feels so awkward,
so unknown.
It grows,
underneath my skin,
in my bown.
It hurts and wakes,
the beast inside.
It takes me over,
I'm out of control,
yet capable of murder.
My conscience isn't clear.
And my feeling left,
silent this night.
Just like the wife,
after the fight.
It takes me over,
I'm out of control,
yet capable to hurt her.
After all the damage is done,
the fire has burned,
the houses are broken,
and the people have suffered.
The beast inside,
falls in sleep tonight,
and the wife becomes her husband's bride.
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