The Wild Beast

The wild beast
that lies within me.
It takes control
and wrecks everything
in its sight.
I would feel numb
and cold.
Then I would feel
the claws of the Beast
gripping my shoulder.
It growls in my ear
and in the mirror
I see it smirk.
It flashes me
its smile
of pointy, pearly white teeth.
I let it control me
as I am weak.
It fills me up
as I let it have its revenge.
I hear its thoughts.
It wants to kill people
with knives and guns.
I want to scream in terror at these thoughts.
But it sees me
and tells me it's good.
It's like a drug...
revenge...
it's addictive.
The wild beast
cackles at me
as I fall on my knees.