The Beast

Morning comes, your skin gleams
Like porcelain
A star shining
Pretty thing to die for

My eyes almost go blind
I blink, it's gone
Sun is no more
Darkness surrounding me

I turn to you & see
Sharpened teeth glow
Black eyes settle
As your claws sink deeper

Never saw it coming
The beast you hid
Wretched, vile
You're capable of this?

The ugly truth is out
No more hiding
You mean the most
We're all disposable.