Turning

What is this feeling, hiding deep inside?
What is it doing, turning loose my dark side?
I can feel my control, slowly slipping away.
And the light fades, for no longer day.

Once good and clean, something inside grew.
It tried and fought hard, hoping to break through.
But my mind was strong, and kept it at bay.
But no longer strong, on this faithful day.

I am changing rapidly, turning a new page.
Letting loose my anger, my hate, my rage.
No apologies for the ones caught in between.
For your demise was imminent, it should have been seen.

Taking the first new step, down in the darkness.
Smiling from within as I traverse it mindless.
Here goes my new self, loose upon this world.
The beast has become uncaged, its wings unfurled.

These are the last words, last sounds, last breaths.
Cause now its out to make its art, the art of death.
Hide not from the fate, embrace it open armed.
Cause those alike this, shall not be harmed.