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The Beast

In the deep, dark corners of my mind lies a monster.

I try to hold it back,

But it rips apart my life, my love,

My heart.

Then, just as quickly as it came,

It is gone,

Leaving me to explain the damage it has done.

The beast lurks nearby in the shadows, waiting for another chance

To tear me down, and **** my humanity.

This is no mythic dragon, with scales that shine in the sun.

It is all too real.

Blood-drenched, hungry, it stalks my every step,

Until that day when it will finally pull me under and end it all.

And on that day, I will no longer fight,

For with my death will come its demise.

And the world will be better for it.

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jordan-butler-1
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Published
Jun 19, 2012
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