spedcialandproud

The fangs of the beast are stained red with blood of past victims. One bite will tear me apart. But I do not fear the teeth. The claws of the beast have yellowed and hardened with age. One swipe will cut me in two. But I do not fear the nails. The pads on the feet of the beast are scared and calloused from the path it has traveled. One step would crush me under its weight. But I do not fear the paws. What I fear is something much worse I fear the look in the eyes of the beast. Bloodshot, leaking tears like a waterfall The longing to be held once more, to be forgiven I may not be the one that the beast wants, But I will not tu