The Beast stood at the foot of my bed . . .

The void of its eyes stare into mine . . . 

It stretches an unnatural smile over its face, literally tearing its skin in a face splitting grin . . . 

My sickly soul feels no fear, for I know that The Beast is not visiting me out of starvation . . . 

Our bond is not one of hunter and prey, but instead roommates sharing the same body . . .

We became committed in my adolescence when I attempted to gain a friend of my own . . . 

My parents abuse and my pain summoned The Beast searching for a feast . . . 

Instead, he finds a friend, a being who understands his thoughts . . . 

Now, we are one . . .

No longer am I a body without a soul . . . 

No longer is he a soul without a body . . . 

Now, we are one . . .