The Beast

There is always a knife hanging over my head
Dread and misery always wait ahead
The beast is panting in the shadows of my past
As fast as I may run, it will catch me, devour me

Now trembling
I can hardly walk straight
I feel it near
It smells my fear

I am shivering
How could I ever ignore
This calamity
Living in me

There is always a knife hanging over my head
Dread and misery always wait ahead
The beast is panting in the shadows of my past
As fast as I may run, it will catch me, devour me

So I surrender to my hideous desires
For I can run but never hide
For destruction is sweet creation
I may be vile, but never weak