We all have a demon that's kept under check.
Others have a beast they hold deep inside.
Some can control it with just a small flick
Others grow as addicted as Jekyll and Hyde.
They become a beast fanged and clawed.
Dark sins portrayed in their flesh and blood.
They grow animalistic with Psyche flawed
Cold blooded instincts rush in like a flood
Creeping through the forest under the white moonlight
Watching from dark yellow eyes afire
Your beast will emerge when you feel their bite
You might think this situation is very dire
But once the pain fades and your beast grows
You'll fell like a newly bloomed dark black rose
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