Monster in my Closet
I can't hide nor fight the beast who resides inside my eyes, he rarely ever cries never can he deny the truth I try to force him not to see. He knows what type of pride I hold inside, where I sleep ad eat. Damn I wish he would just let me be, but all he ever does is haunts and taunts me to return to the way I used to be I call those "The Days of the Beast." The days were I would devouring everything in sight break down walls with all my might, from time to time the hunger to return stalks me like a great shark in the sea. He only seeks to feed his ambitions as a mentalist, setting up the inevitable fall, I sometimes succumb to his call and then wonder if we will eventually fall?
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