There's a festering wound inside you
That speaks of hurt and harm and hate;
It burns and consumes your soul,
'Til no longer you can wait.
The Beast that curls inside you,
It's a savage, starving snake;
Too fierce to die or wither away,
It remains cruel, ready and awake.
And you go about your dreary day
Doubled over with pain and fear,
But no one else can see the Beast;
When you cry, they refuse to hear.
So you reach down deep inside
And grasp the lock on its cage;
You free the Beast through vice and voice
With consuming, festering rage.
The leash grows ever longer
'Til you've driven everyone away,
And the Beast returns to curl inside
With bitter hurt at the end of the day.