Beast That Lives Inside Me

A beast lives in my mind,

The beast is hungry and must be fed,

The beast's needs must be met,

The beast hasn't left in a long time.

The beast is angry ; he roars to life ,

I try to bind him in frail chains,

But all my efforts go to vain,

The chain eventually breaks,

The beast has risen to life ,

With him , my sanity he takes.

The beast has a huge appetite,

He preys on my insecurities and my fears,

He drains out of me all my fight ,

The beast stabs me again and again with his weapon of choice; a spear.

The beast is sneaky; he is smart ,

He creeps up behind me when I least expect it,

He takes a knife and my throat he slits, 

I bleed out onto the paper; immortalising him in my art .

I am but a slave to the beast ,

He whispers sweet nothings in my ear,

He makes me do things I promised myself I wouldn't,

For him, I am but a mere puppet .

He attacks when he knows I am vulnerable,

He attacks in full force,

And I become unstable,

I scream to the deaf for help ; I scream until my throat turns hoarse.

Nobody can stop the beast,

Not even me ,

Despite all that is at stake,

The beast will take my life,

And his shadow will follow me even to my wake .