Primal Beast

Blood, Murder, Death

the human shame, yet

the names of our well known friends

Fear

the name ingrained in our heads, our first friend

Fear is the keeper of the beast inside of us

it has weekly secret conferences with anger in the courtyard

people’s friends before the beginning of their time,

joy, love introduced to fear, squashed

humanity does nothing to stop this, killing the beast would be killing a part of itself

Fear awakens, opening the cage to the primal beast inside us all

crashing, crushing, pure brutality

it is done

Blood, Murder, Death have seen us again