Beast in Pain
There is a feral beast trapped inside of me that suffers
She weeps and roars and pounds hard on her dungeon's door
A smothering embrace; noone cares to accept the love She offers
Her pathos and tumult within have force enough to start a war
And though I have her well contained, claws trimmed and all;
while I have Her locked away, I even had Her put in chains...
I can still hear Her scratcing from the other side of my wall.
I know you feel better when you see me tug Her reigns
And I do; but I can't hate Her becase, you see, She's mine
So I let Her out every once in a blue moon; after all-
-too much passion is Her only crime...