as the beast looks in the hanging still water his eyes shine out of the depths of a face un-furred and toothless, he snarls then seeing the teeth small useless things not good for the tearing of flesh that he desires so much. as he looks he sees water slowly flow from the left eye as he feels it begin to trace a path down on the face that is not his.
as the man woke he felt different more violent more vicious and he could not understand the reason, he washed his face and looked in the mirror as he looked he saw the shadow of the beast in his eyes. and he knew that he had lost the fight for control.
in the end we are all the animal inside, we cannot fight we cannot deny that which is our heritage and destiny. we are the wolves and the world our sheep, we can fight we can struggle but the human is a shell for the beast inside. a way of travel for the creature we are i know him well i fight him no more and in the end when i look in side i hope to see the face we should have had. the land we came from and to it we will return some sooner than others we are the wild and it will not die.