Face to face with the same beast,
For years upon years it never ceased,
My flesh too tender not to feast,
Thought by now it'd decrease.

Finding peace of mind,
My tactics becoming refined,
Even when I'm in a bind,
It's a strategy I've designed.

Carnage can never persist,
If I'm to continue to exist,
The faded lines upon my wrist,
The beast and I must coexist.

Finding peace of mind,
My tactics becoming refined,
Even when I'm in a bind,
It's a strategy I've designed.

This is the beast's line,
As I have decided to define,
Every tooth mark on my spine,
Until I realize it's okay, I'm fine.