Face the
truth
Before it's too
late
Face your
fears
Only you can
****** it.

I thought it would change by the time I grow old
But it only multiplied by about a ten - fold
There some things in life you can never get rid of
It sticks to you like a bad cough
The anger boils inside the same way it did before
And the beast gets stronger in proportion to how much I store
The bright side is that I have learnt to tame the beast
The dark side is that I have never denied it a feast
From a bad habit it has turned into a passion
Every time it changes its fashion
The satisfaction I get when I let the beast out
Is by far my most dangerous side without any doubt
As hard as I may try I can never change
This is my destiny however much I find it strange
I may be well civilised during day light
But I resort to my hunger as soon as it's night
No no don't worry I'm not a vampire
I can walk about during the day without glowing or catching fire
Not everything changes in this fast - changing world
In the last 30 years this truth has slowly unfurled
"Old habits die hard" is my new belief
After every hunt I give a sigh of relief
You may give a person money or a lot of fame
But, my friends, The Song Remains The Same...

His mind: a wondrous place
His heart: sowed love
His smile: brought light
His eyes,
His eyes bore into mine.

The crystals,
The sorrow,
The sunshine,
It was all mine.

He was all mine
And I?
Well I,
I was his.