I can feel the presence of My Beast
His wildness, ready to snap the chain that holds Him
He wants out, He screams and roars
The testosterone pumping through My veins
He wants to be released, reach for the surface
hunt – take – use – fuck
marking the body He claimed with His essens, His cum
filling every hole of the “victim” with It, dripping
Its a strong urge, one that can even scare Myself
With fire in His eyes and heart
In the depth of My soul He hungers
rattling the chain so it echos in the dark
Land of Cydonia 