inked.

beast inside

One silent night,
When the moon sat sadly
With the stars.
Like quiet screams of ghosts
The wind blew,
And at last
When every home was peaceful;
A wicked beast
Was meant to wake;
A vengeful killer,
Will be born from that boy's pain,
And anger,
And hate.

Pain was with the darkness
That covered the skies tonight;
Hurtfully toxicating,
Crawling underneath his skin,
Inhaled in his every breaths,
Searing through his veins,
Brutally piercing his heart,
Making it harder to live.

Blinded by tears,
He screamed,
Breaking the silence,
Turning his pain into anger.
He screamed,
Allowing the rage to take over ,
To be eaten by the monster
Inside him.
Because it promised him:
End of suffering;
Of torment.
Promised him power,
And revenge.

And everything that happened after
Was cruel
And gruesome.
Blood over him,
He screamed.
He regretted it.
But, honestly,
Deep down in his heart,
He was
Satisfied.