| Written: OCT 15, 2003 |
Sheathing my form along,
In muscles deep and strong.
Maybe this now contains
My bestial soul that remains.
The side you can’t help but see,
At night when it wakes me,
In fear, as if your life it will take,
The dark half, your face, the break.
A grinning demon for all to not see,
The being scary, more so because it’s me.
Flash on more light, chase him away,
Until the morning comes, free, to stay.
