the shape of things

as i watch this creature grow, it starts to take a look, just under it's own being, and what it finds, will be the nothing it has sought, lost for all time, this prize, when will it bite the hand that feeds it, first taste of flesh it is so pure, the shape of things so twisted, with one quick strike, the master turns to slave, the beast has grown from it's bonds, and what it finds, outside the gates of it's own mind, for all time unkind, when will it bite the hand that feeds it, first taste of flesh it is so pure, the shape of things so twisted, as i watch this creature grow, it starts to take a look, just under it's own being, when will it bite the hand that feeds it, first taste of flesh it is so pure, the shape of things so twisted, no longer recognize this nightmare