At Night, I Grow Horns
At night, I grow horns.
In that dark stillness,
Nothing can be heard
Not even my silent scream
As bone tears through skin.
And when all is said and done
The claws begin to grow
And grip and claw and scratch
At the skin that is my own.
Hell is unleashed
When fangs are sharpened and shaved
Into daggers filled with venom
Pointed at a broken mirror.
And that long black tail
Protruding from my back
Wraps lovingly around their necks
While staring at my own.
In shambles is the heart
And senseless is the mind
When this growing animosity
Rears its ugly head.
My growing enmity
Aimed at me and you
Can never be quenched
when the horns grow from my head.
