silent, clawing at the back of my mind. Its source unknown, yet i fear its potential... Once before i felt this; This icy rage, devoid of passion, or anger. Pure Rage, with no emotion, truly beastial, like a feral predator. yet it would exploit all my better traits, to quench its self again. It comes,it gos. and each time i hope to never to feel it again seething with in the pit of my gut. Freezing the warmth with in, leaving me cold again. I choke the beast and in that violent idea Its hunger is Fed.... sickened by its joy... my own thoughts, i can no bare to fight it. till i find the strength to cage this monster. the distance i wish to shorten, must be made greater... In fear of biting the hand That reaches out.
hellflame3000 · Thu Feb 02, 2006 @ 05:50am · 0 Comments |