The Beast (Part 1)

The Beast Buried deep within my sadness I forever grow more weary and always more reluctant to face another day. In this hateful world I live in, within the shadows lurking, hurtful words are always waiting to take my happiness away. If I drop my guard and smile, let a peaceful feeling fill me or let a song of happiness gently graze my heart, the Beast, forever hopeful of a chance to wreck It's havoc, stealthily descends upon me to tear my soul apart. My laughter is offensive to this evil thing that stalks me and the fury It unleashes grows with any joy I feel. I have begged It to release me from It's cruel, relentless clawing but my plea's just make it stronger and It scoffs at my appeal. It hates my with a passion and It seeks me with a vengeance. It crushes and It smothers me yet never lets me die. For without me It's existence would surely fade and wither. It needs my tears for sustenance. Forever, I must cry. In the many battles I have fought throughout my lifetime old wounds are reopened so that they may never heal. Then with a twisted pleasure, as the wickedness that taunts me feeds upon my growing misery, It tells me It's not real. I am forever drowning in this rising sea of sorrow. What have I done to earn this, what crime did I commit? Never will there be an answer to these questions, cried in anguish, just a growing realization only death will conquer It.