not one easy to hide
arises and falls in the time of a blink
It's coils wrapped tight
waiting and lurking in the night
and throughout the day
when best to come out from bay
and unleash its scaley head
...oh the feeling of dread!
Is this the monster that I am?
Some brutish beast--hell I be damned!
I am no more saint then he
or any soul
that deems they are whole
and not tarnished by hate.
...Does that then mean, that this beast exists in us all?
Does it rise and fall in them, creating a grotesque wall
to hide behind and hold dear to your prue heart dreams?
Now the beast rests, for another day
when it wakes, whose to say.