Beast Poem by Katerina Val

Sing to show there is solution
scream to show this cute gruesome illusion
smile and sink in that tasty disturbed confusion
it's the same one, don't you recognize yourself?
Your hands are drunk, they can't show the road, still so numb
You fight in dark
You breathe under dark
and still haven't caught the moon
but still burning under the sun
Your weapons are lost, destroyed too soon
look at the beast you have become

Senorita, put on your high cute heels
You sir, you look exquisite and so gentle as hell
now show your teeth
non, now that the ground is fragile
show that you, you are the beast!

Tracking the human scents in the cold
You are so hungry and so thirsty, so starting creating the sense
Suddenly all of this makes sense
all of it
do you want to die again?
don't you?
So thirsty to stay alone
hiding their pain behind your laughing soul, deeper in your fist
all the hatred and the interest is gone
cutting the latest rage and now only laugh staying in your fixed wrist
sarcasm

for, you are the beast
You' re supposed to be the beast

It is never too late to fade
it is never too soon to kill the shade
or worse, to start slaughtering pain
from the things I saw, the rage lurks in the corner
oh, but you are the corner
did you forget?
It was your teeth sparkling behind these black and grey shades
Rage inspires you to hit yourself
through the excuse that she's the only one to care
so that you can go back to your skin when you are no longer there
my god, how is this fair? Don't you find it fair?
aren't you dying to die, still not there?
Stand better at your feet for you have to stare
there is the beast, look, you are still there

the beast is still there…

You are trying so desperately to catch the last breath
In case that you' re out of the cage
but can't you see that the claws from which you' re trying to escape
are stuck on your fingers
they scratch your skin through your own rage
through your own body
you kiss the pain
claws stuck on your own fingers
you aren't able to escape?
can't you see
standing under your own shade
there is the beast
ops, no time to pray.