The Beast

Great old dire need,
Haven't felt this way for sometime,
Insanity strikes again,
Holding my mind in one hand,
Stopwatch in the other,
Counting the beats,
This is science,
This is not a drill.
Oh, how it feels,
Uncontrollable infatuation,
Seeps like honey into my brain,
Coating it in a sweet sticky glaze,
All my dusty thoughts get swallowed up,
Consumed by this seemingly endless feeling,
Who knows what it is,
Some might call it love,
But I don't think so,
Cinderella never felt this way,
Of that I am sure,
Maybe its the beast,
He had it,
Anger and passion and wanting,
Cloudy thoughts unthinkable,
Unreasonable,
One day he kissed the princess,
One day he died, 
Who knows what happened after that.