by Brittany Murrietta

Created on: February 14, 2009   Last Updated: March 20, 2010

At times the body goes lifeless
Not a feeling pulsates through the veins
It knows out of all you've ever dealt with
Is incapable of alteration
There's a creature born within me
It incinerates me from inside'
Creates somewhat an indifference
And kills all that remains alive


It's a wild thing
For it feeds of trepidation
Ameliorates me in a loss of restraint
Darkness perseveres


Repeatedly washed out
Before it becomes worn
I presume ingenuous people
Are just stronger willed
Can think of the consequence
Of letting the wild one seize control
And banish it.


Not me.
Not today.
I fed it.

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