Beast Called 'Life'

Though his fist weighs me down with his dominance He brought an umbrella for my heart on this sweltering day It would take more than a black stain Upon my eye, to have me leave the beast Though his fangs may be sharp and his claws all too jagged edged It’s like honey at the tip of my tongue Like the click clack at the break of a writer’s block Moments that draw your every dedication And fight the nooks and crannies for which suicide hides within I could never leave my beast The silence that shoves reality into my face The ripping of sleep from my way To love a beast? How could I?