The blood pounds within my veins
And the anger is all that remains
My inner beast screams to be released
To devour that which I hate and to feast
As the scenes before me are played out
I am unable to stop what I see no matter how my inner being dares to shout
I close my eyes and try to regain control of the stage
But the next scene is played out with the turning of a page
I struggle to pick myself up off the floor
As the scene is played out once more
The characters hurry to exit
The beast chooses the next victim, but who is it?
As the play begins to come to an end
I fear there is no comfort I can lend
The curtains now come to a close
So now everybody knows
