Beast

A beast is caged in the heart of the city,
sweat oozing from its scaly skin.    
 
The sheets felt like warm, dead prisons,  
the motors outside growled like rabid dogs,  
foaming in the summer heat.    
 
The walls were painted dark green,  
there was no sign of a door.  
 
Beast in a cage,  
flesh and rage,  
tell me are you willing to stay?  
 
Outside the guests entertained themselves  
until the dawn found them kindly unaware,  
asleep on the smooth carpet.  
 
The feast was as promised.    
 
Here's hoping everything will be much better in the morning.