i can almost hear the beat of my heart awaiting
the rush of words that ill later regret
roar, the lion inside
is eating,
chomping my insides
but not removing what
i want to erase
hack
i cant stand to hear
injustice
unless its coming from my own lips
which love to lie, beautifully,
making me love to listen
to myself, only
sometimes
when i almost can block the
furious ticking clock
from outside my heart
and leave it to my head
it works.
but
roar
the lion is angry
and is
trying to force the hate
to roll of my tongue
like it needs to
like it loves to
so
of course,
i comply
grrr.

i am now
the beast.