We walk among beasts every day.
Shoulder to shoulder beside strangers capable of anything, and held back
by their own decided morals; held back by their own sense of logic and nothing
more.
We can see the footprints of the monsters for miles ahead of us, if we
choose to follow their lead and focus on their path.
Not every decision is the right one, not every footstep is meant to take
you to a better you, and there are some paths that will have you walking side by
side with your demons alone.
Some paths that are meant to be traveled in hostility and aggression.
Some paths are for the wounded alone.
We walk among beasts every single day, and we are all capable of
becoming the beasts that another would choose to walk with so willingly.
Not every step will lead us away from the
storm.
To a wounded soul, darkness becomes both an addiction and a welcome
friend, while this hostility controlled and harnessed becomes the greatest of
allies.
As beasts we level and destroy.
As beasts we set all these fires with no intent on ever putting them
out.
As beasts we walk over the tracks left by another in the hopes of
catching our prey.
We try so hard to hide the better person that we know we are, in the
hopes that we can hide our weaknesses; but
we fail to hide anything at all.
As beasts we welcome the anger of the storms ahead.
As beasts we become impossible and jaded.
As these lost beasts we stare through and not at.
We try so hard to bury the light we hold and hide deep within ourselves,
in the hopes that we can fend off the wolves that wait just past the treeline; but we have always failed to hide such a
strong light, and the wolves are coming no matter what we do.
As beasts we try to be ugly.
As beasts we are still so beautiful.
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