The beast is hungry
I can hear its moans,
Can feel its pain
as it cries and groans,
\"Feed me please\"
You know I can\'t,
\"Feed me please\"
It continues to chant,
Night and day
it pleads to me,
Every second of every day
it longs to be free,
For I have trapped this hunger
in the bowels of my soul,
Guarding it there
locked and under control,
With every off thought
I can feel it trying to climb,
Up from the dark
still after all this time,
I guess in due time
we can only hope to see,
Who will win the battle
between my will, and the hunger of the beast.