At night I hear a beast howling in the darkness.
I sit and listen the sound it makes and I wonder to who or what does it call. While I pounder these things I hear the howl grow louder and louder. Then I feel a horror wash over me. What if just what if the beast other is calling to me?
I go to my mirror and look my self in the eyes to know that my thoughts are fiction. But what I see in my eyes is not the me I knew. But the beast that I have heard every night of my life. The beast is me I am the beast. I look at my reflection and I know the my thoughts are not fiction. There is a beast in all of us. A beast howling for freedom. But do you know when your beast comes out at night.
