The Beast

I am so exhausted The beast won't let me rest Every time he growls I awaken He loves when sleep forsakes me He thrives when I am at my weakest And he doesn't hesitate to speed up the process Of my self destruction It's like I am under his spell Living on borrowed time His amazing wonders Come with a price My superfluous creativity Turns into a blank canvas Controlled by a jumbled mind My boundless energy Becomes a lethargic lunch box From which I'd rather not dine My euphoric laughter Is replaced by desperate tears And I reside in a melancholic tomb Until the beast violates my broken soul again