The Beast

Written by: Steve Harvell

                              The Beast
                    The void, the emptiness
 What is that to which drives our inner soul to feel its pain
         The loneliness of love we find hard existing
         The beast, he live's there hungering to eat
  The empty you fill, lurking in the the darkness
 
Thriving on the bitterness of the hearts pureness
     There it dwells, eatting at your fleshes desires
     Love, it's bitter of betray,anger and hearts stomp
Where is the taste, we endure to bestow and feast
 
The Beast, it eats; I die as an awakening
    My eye's open, I do not see
    That of my death I experience
What of the darkness? Is there life or just myth
 
I hunger with thirst, I cry out in anger
   Love me never more that I may be set free
But love me yet or I die this day of my love for you
   That I only breathe the breath you take
That my life be yours til that day