Beast or Me?

I've been feeling strange
these last couple days.
It ain't me, in the mirror I see.
It's more like a creature
on some late movie feature.
I blink, and once again it is me.
I let go a sigh,
And try not cry.
I laugh, my emotions a wreck.
So I look to see,
Is it beast, is it me?
If it's beast, I think I'll wretch.
The beast in the mirror,
whose image is clearer,
with every passing night.
At first it was horror.
Then just some terror,
now it's a smidgen of fright.
I'm starting to like it.
'Tho I can't recall shit.
And woke in the oddest place.
This time in a strange car,
blood coated with new scars.
In my mouth were metallic tastes.
It's kind of scary,
To awaken hairy.
Chewing on one of the kids.
I hate that she'll cry,
but it's much cooler to die
this way, instead of s.i.d.s