Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Beast I Have Become.
How can someone love a beast which only can be tamed by love.
How can one mind, make such a conclusion. That beast with human is such a rare confusion.
But the beast is sweet, so sweet. Love is just a portion when you meet. What do you feel, how could you love what thrive off the moon. Hunting at night and then sleeping at noon.
Emotions cover up death and give you a cold and unwanted sleep. Could the beauty ever be a with a beast. Could life find beauty in which destruction keep.
Mind, Body, or Soul. Do the beast have. Or false life in which it is here. Speak the truth of beast who live among us.
Because when the sun hit dusk and beauty can not stop the burning flame of lust.
Blood is sweet. So sweet they say. But to change their ways, they change their prey.
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,wolf