Beast, or What I Am Feeling Right Now

[vic_wolf]

The beast has a need
and the need is to feed
and we prostrate ourselves
before it's greed

dangerous the desire
to which we aspire
of the sex and hurt
down in the mire

wallow in it's pain
and feel the reign
like the sweetest drug
in your vein

anything to dull
the hollow hull
of a craving
the soul does sull

seeking the bliss
in a torrid kiss
trying not to lose
your mind to this

shaking in the grasp
of alcohol and ass
fucking to complete
this awful task

when will it be enough
to satisfy the rough
edges of
a soul so tough

as we release
and feel life cease
above all else
we cry for peace

but
the beast has a need
and the need is to feed
again