Loose the Beast

The beast gets angry often – it gnaws through its chains & bars runs wild though my body – it boils up from some dark abyss until it erupts burning my soul or what is left of one – when it is done I am exhausted bloodied bruised and oddly pleased – unexplainable how veins of ice can change to veins of liquid fire in a moments notice – no longer do I listen to the voice that tells me to be peaceful to join the void of nothingness – I do not want peace I want war that rages into the night angry & seething – those I know don’t care about my numerous inanities – they have their own – I do not fear anymore – the devil & angel that rode my shoulders in an internal struggle are gone & the silence in my mind is the best heaven I could have ever asked for.

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