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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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