Sonnet of the Beast

What beast inside of me has been released
to hunt and roam and kill as it sees fit?
It will not stop until it makes deceased
all of its foes; once they are dead it quits.
It roars and burns in raging hate,
consuming all within its crushing grip.
It snarls and slavers restlessly like fate;
unguided anger seeking bones to strip.
This beast from hell is in my skin and soul.
Part of me would slip its leash and laugh,
another part would not give up control
to let the beast consume on my behalf.
So here at last, my sin for all to see:
There is no beast inside, there's only me.