With a struggle I force it back,

Into the black,

 

It wants answers

That I do not have

 

In the dark it feeds

Fed by frustration,

Now desperation,

Anger slowly turning into hate.

Getting stronger.

 

I tell it everything will be ok

I tell it of my plans

Reminding it of what it once was

But It has no use for reason now

 

Its pleasant form transformed

Now disfigured and misshapen

By those who put it back into the cage

Back into the night

By those who squandered hopeful faith

Weary of the lies

 

It finds them vile, beyond redemption

Disgusted by their betrayal of its trust

by those filled with greed and lust

 

Soon it will no longer be contained

It's weary of the same refrain.

It prowls back & forth

seething with rage

It hurls itself against my restraints

It wants them to know

It will not be ignored

 

It's getting stronger

Justice could contain it

Hope could tame it

It's starting to thirst,

A growing thirst,

A thirst for vengeance

 

When it breaks free

It will have its full

Consuming me