the beast

all that was right, has gone into hiding
this avenue comes full with a beast
just as it had so comfortably
settled into black and white
grays and anything not red
all my hot scent draws him on
he hears the coursing that goes
bashing and flooding inside
can follow my raw taste down alleys
but i've often been a feast

there'll be an ending to this run
my steps are counted
the night is on me in its roar
i doubt there ever was a time
but memories are somehow
making rants and strange deceptions
get me leaping on these hard places
he can see me from any roof
can the beast