beating the sound in my chest
speaking the voices in my head,
something not living and not dead

speaking, and beating, inside this shell
crying and screaming I hear it calling and
and pleading, begging to let it out side,

for a moment, my eyes began changing
my teeth became sharpened, my nails wont
stop growing,
oh but the moon how its
glowing, laughter around me my
anger is raising, my shell is cracking and crumbling even my spine is showing
I will end there laughter and give them
something to fear,
a beautiful shell, with a hellish
wrathful creature inside.