The Beastling

It sees me
I´m fearing
I´m crouching, it´s nearing,
Searing my tearing eyes with
Spite from it´s leering smile...

The feeling
Sent reeling
It´s feasting, the beastling,
It´s eating my insides, and slowly,
I´m decomposing...

Try fleeing
I´m cowering,
It´s looming, over-powering
I´m dying, its feeding
On my mind´s fragile binds...