The Beast

The Beast
By Amberly A.M. Oosthuizen

In the dark of the night,
awakens he...
A man of ill proportion.
A knife through your 'lover's' heart
But she was not your lover...

His eyes are crystallised black
and the Devil lies within
He wears no heart on his sleeve
He does not smile tentatively at the world...

But the fact is:
There are no demons or monsters,
Only humans with dark souls
Who never care
Or say a word...

The Devil is beautiful
She's looked into his eyes,
The cadaver lying on the metal table...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014