This rage is inevitable.
It is the expected.
It's what proves you're still alive.
The control is unreachable.
It's too far away…
This only turns you further.
The beast is a nightmare;
Ripping flesh from bone,
One's heart and soul.
Its eyes reflect pain and loss…
It's fangs dripping blood.
The clawed paw shows no mercy.
After its rampage, you shed tears.
Each one screams out in sorrow…
These tears only prove weakness!
Curling up into a ball won't help.
Holding your dead won't revive.
You can only embrace yourself…
Knowing that the beast will return.