Wild

It courses through the viens

thick as molases, hot as fire.

Quickley spreading like fast moving trains,

it brings on that unwanted desire.

 

Clouds roll in,

bringing that unimaginable din,

awakening the monster within,

and multiplying the deadly sins.

 

Sunshine breaks through

sending the beast to its cage.

Blood glistens like new morning dew

showing the color of pure untamed rage.

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