The beast

I have a beast within my head
He hews my heart I wish him dead
He turns my passions into pain
A mocking echo of loves refrain
He defiles my tender dreams
Turning whispers into screams
I fear to enter filled with dread
I have a beast within my head


I have a cold and lonely heart
T’was warm once till he did start
My passion leaked through every pore
Through rents inflicted by his wicked claw
The scars are healed so white and smooth
He bids me scratch them no balm to sooth
The pain of longing for release
A desperate plea for peace, just peace.


I have a beast within my head
He knows my thoughts on them he’s fed
My beast he coils inside my mind
Corrupting impulses to be kind
But if I choke him till he’s naught
Can I save what I have sought
Will he die with scales drenched red
Can I kill Caliban within my head

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