This is a little poem I wrote describing my views of how some "humans" are known to act. I am sorry if it does not make sence to you. It is from my deepest mind. The leopard thanks you.
The Beast
In my heart I feel a beating
In my mind dark thoughts are fleeting
My darkened mind sits all alone
Amongst my tortured flesh and bone
Sprawled across the floor of my room
Pondering true love, life, and doom
Screaming loud to an unknown face
I beg for him to point my place
Now my soul lays parted and cold
To his dark world my soul is sold
I beg in darkness to the beast
Why upon my soul do you feast
His eyes of death are open wide
This is your purpose pear inside
I look upon a dark black void
Where all peoples dreams are destroyed
He says to me in a null voice
Because of me you have no choice
I gaze into his darkened eyes
To see another innocent's demise
I take in hand a tool of death
Being ever pushed by his breath
A soul so pure I have taken
To his dark world not mistaken
I hit the floor I beg the beast
Why upon my soul do you feast
He said to me in that cruel tone
With out me your are yet alone
Your life is cruel your mind is dead
I am the beast hear what I said
You now belong to my dark hord
And I am now your true dark lord
Upon the beast's words I am led
And upon pure souls I am fed
Now a true demon of the least
A rebell yell I AM THE BEAST!