The Beastie
hidden in the darkest recesses of my mind,
Hides an unmistakeable creature.
Fangs sharper than the shiniest steel
Its heart colder than ice.
Its eyes are of fire and lust.
Lust of blood and pain
Like the forever living demons that fly through hell
Bending the truth and truthing all the lies.
Forever loathing the angels abouve
Those who fly free with grace
the creatures toy with my mind
with my emotions and my soul
It has hurt me and it has hurt those around me
This creature is my love for you
poem by Katherine H. Belle
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