Beast

Something happens to me when the Sun goes down.

My heart begins to race and the hair on the back of my neck stands stiff.

My thoughts become disarray and I begin to lose sight of who I believed was me.

My chest expands and my nails begin to sharpen.

My feet spread and my conscience flees.

I become more than a man and more powerful than my deepest fears.

I become the Beast.

 

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