If you could see inside my soul, you'd see that it's turned black.
The solid platform of my life has slowly formed a crack.
The caring and love that once filled me inside
has been replaced by a coldness I no longer can hide.
When unprovoked, it lyes in wait
for a victim to appear, unaware of their fate.
The beast I possess is a horrible thing,
a creature of evil that hatred does bring.
Yes, there's a darkness inside me, a creature of black
that knows no compassion when it's set to attack.
Yes, this mask I wear lets no one see
the beast that stays hidden inside of me.
And I pray for the day I am rid of this shame
and can send the beast back to HELL, wence it came.
©tinamiller
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