Pinned
I feel the primal hunger stirring deep within me, as though my very soul is calling to the wild, yearning for the forestβs embrace. I crave the earth beneath my bare feet, the cool breeze on my naked skin, the sense of freedom that only nature can offer. I long to strip away this human facade, to be untethered, to be wild once more. I crave the hunt, the chase, the connection to the land, to the creatures that roam it, with every ounce of my being.
I do not wish to be understood. To understand me is to step into my skin, to share this twisted existence that feels more beast than man. I feel the beast stirring within me, a restless energy that claws at my chest, demanding release. I feel my body changing, as though my limbs are stretching and warping into something not quite human. Soon, I imagine, my teeth will become weapons, my hands will become claws, and my senses will sharpen to the point where no prey will escape my grasp.
I hunger for more than mere sustenance. I want to feel the rawness of life, the visceral thrill of survival. I want to hunt, to taste what I kill, to revel in the power of the chase. And when it comes to love, I want no softness, no gentle caress. I want the fierce connection of creatures driven by heat, by lust, by the need to reproduce. I want passion without inhibition, pure and untamed.
Being human feels like a curse, a cruel joke played by a God who knew not what He made. He crafted me with desires that do not belong to this body, placed within me the heart of a wild animal, and for that, I cannot forgive Him. The Devil couldnβt claim me, so instead, I have been cursed to walk this earth, trapped in a form I cannot escape. This is my test, my trial, an unrelenting trial of flesh and spirit.
Let the world know the truth of what I am, a creature torn between the human and the wild, a beast trapped in a cage of skin and bone. This burden, this curse, is not one I would wish upon any other soul. To live in a body that does not reflect your heart, to wear the mask of humanity when the beast within is growling, is a torment too great for words.
