Beast in me

Would it be tempting
if I told you
that I am not completely what you witness?
Would it still be
if I’m always loath and a fucking mess?
I’ve claws
and vampire teeth.
My soul sprouts on venom.
My tongue is a blood-sucking leech.

I laugh because everyone does.
I cry because I laughed like this.
But I crave to howl
like one stray wolf
in search of a wolf like me.

I unfurl the obsession of outer-space… in my head.
I’m in deep shit, yet I put mascara in my eyelashes.
I’m the perimeter between life and death
yet it’s always me who is dying.

Would it be tempting
if I told you
that I’m not in my senses?
Would it still be
if I’m a liar and nobody’s guess.
I’m trapped in my ribcage.
I puncture my own heart.
I’m afraid that some day soon I’ll fall apart.

I walk backward
to match everyone’s headless stroll.
I sob because I don’t be me.
And I crave to howl
like one stray wolf
in search of a wolf just like me.

I unfurl the obsession of outer-space… in my head.
I’m in deep shit, yet I put mascara in my eyelashes.
I’m the perimeter between life and death
yet it’s always me who is dying.

The beast in me is dying.
And I know why.

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– unknown
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  1. “…I’m in deep shit, yet I put mascara in my eyelashes…” Oh brother!

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