The Beast

When I lay with the beast sleep doesn’t come

When I lay with the beast my friends are distant

When I lay with the beast confidence turn to dust

When I lay with the beast the will to live get away and w ay and w a y and w   a  y

The worst part is when epiphany come knocking, saying,

All along I am the beast

(I am not the beast)

(Please)

At beast’s side, Apr 12th 2017

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