My Inner Beast

The beast tears into me
Ripping my flesh
It devours me
Conquers me.
It's won
There is none of me left
I'm... wait.
There
In the mass expanse of dark
That speck
That's me
Nothing but a measly speck
In a pool of nothing
Yet... I'm there
And I will not be beaten
By such a beast
As myself.

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