It's inside me.
It never leaves.
It pretends to love.
Really though, it just feeds.
It feeds voraciously,
never satisfied.
I lie courageously,
behind a web I hide.
The hunger is never sated.
My life seems so badly fated.
I am a slave to the empty soul inside
that feeds on others standing beside.
Love won't ever sate the beast.
Hate cannot deny the beast.
Tears do not assuage the beast.
Fears do not delay the beast.
And yet I only love the beast.
I let it rise inside like a spiritual yeast.
I let it rule my mind where it loves to feast.
I don't hate this thing inside of me...
I am a willing pawn of the beast.
Despite all the beast requires as payment,
Life, Liberty, and Eternal Enslavement
I still adore this beast.
I love being its pavement
As it tramples my being
Until I'm soul spent, godless, and unbelieving.
And so I slowly degrade
Destroying lives as I fade
Into the nothingness the beast's desire has made
For this beast inside me is more than a shade
It's an enveloping night, the reality to my charade.
So in my mind like in a booth
I contemplate this reality uncouth
And I have come to an understanding...
The man is a lie, the beast is my truth.