The mind scrambled
The laughter is loud
The smile a smug look
In the moments
that use to promise anger
Is now scattered
by a wild caw of laughter
The beast is not slain
The demons are not slain
For I have tamed them all
We settle down together
as one odd wolf pack
I have ever belonged to
My Beasts
r Horror moments I relive and shiver off. Time does not cure them, just vagues them, most of them.