The Beast

[Beoslasher]

You warp my friends in body and mind.

Sometimes they laugh, Sometimes they cry.

Somedays, you create choices for them.

Make them a foe, when usually they're friend.

 

You snarl from bottles, cups, and cans

Your life-blood changes every man.

Sometimes they're giddy, and sometimes blue

But, Sometimes I wish I could drink of you too.

 

To feel that fire, to never feel low

and feel desire head to toe

to always feel wanted, and to feel so much power

but I know the costs, too much, I cower.