As the Beast Takes hold
Swimming in a sea of confusing...
Dark dim and dismal is the human mind
cold harsh and cruel is mankind...
I remember,
That mournful day...
Product of my enclosure fueled by societies rage.
Inhumanly left to rot in my iron cage...
Worn Out!!
Not tired worn out...
Crying softly,
Getting louder...
The burning in my chest
has finally returned to me...
You can feel it, out there. somewhere in the dark...
I hate that your a fake
I hate that you are the person that you are...
A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of...
What hope is there
For a soul that has died...
The warm, gooey sweetness
comes pouring out, like a waterfall...