The Beast (a poem)

Rage, well hidden lurks.
Holding back the carnal desires.
Waiting to unleash torment and suffering.
Dreaming of the carnage to come.
The beast bides his time.

I know he is near.
I feel the burning hatred.
A whisper of cold breath upon the skin.
I sense his ominous presence.
Nowhere I can run.

All hope is now lost.
A nightmare becomes reality.
Societies restraints hold no sway over him.
Feasting on the pain of others.
Beware his time is near.

Pulse racing faster now.
Body quivering in anticipation.
I know exactly what the beast is capable of.
I have witnessed it firsthand.
I fear I am the beast.

a reply to: JDHellraiser

Nice job

Thank you. It's one I wrote in 2011. Went through a spell and did some writing. Thinking about doing some new stuff.

That was good, thanks for the read

a reply to: JDHellraiser

Yes write more please!

a reply to: JDHellraiser

Nice! dark and revealing.