Holding the beast

Trying to hold the
Beast from coming Out
from within. Controlling
from going out.
walking Softly pass
those That
want to waken the beast.
Changing Me into a wild
dog sicken with rabies.
Keeping away from the
full moon of
ignorance. taking deep
breaths to
calm the Beast from
ripping out,
From within. But the
moon with all,
It Hate continue to try
to turn me,
Into that beast that
smell blood,
Of Revenge trying to
kill the one,
that hunt the one want
to hurt the
Beast. holding on to the
Silver Cross,
that calm and controlled
the beast
from within me.

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