Creaturesque, by El Gizmojo

There's a dark place, in your soul.
And there's a beast, in your head.
Stewing and brewing inside of your whole.
With rage and anger it shall be fed.

And it will seek to see the light.
Though you, surely, will disprove.
So onward goes this endless fight.
With a creature you ever so wish to improve.

And it is hate,
And has no fear,
And it is vile, and determined, and shrewd, and near.

And it will come, and you will go,
And time will stop, and so you know,
What this creature tries to persue,
Is none more than that
You are it, and it is you.

2001 (C) Nicholas Scott Ruestman