Beast in Me

Why am I so angry?
So violent?
So hateful?
The clench of my fist
Is only recognized
A moment before impact.
And this moment before impact
Is my period of clarity
In the midst of a blinding storm.
Am I to charge into this fight,
Or walk a peaceful trail?
Do others see
The beast in me?
This beast bathes in tears
And drinks spilt blood.
He strengthens my mind,
But destroys my mind.
Lucky for Earth,
A sweet melody
Calms the beast in me.