The Beast
This beast – my body – is beating me once again,
I feel like a slave to its needs,
It’s a wanton beast that loves to be visited,
After awhile, the face and name no longer matter,
The places I’ve been and the trouble I’ve seen,
Is the fault of the beast!
It controls my mind and I loose sight for a while,
But when I awaken from the ride,
I always find the journey un-fulfilling,
A great pretender is what I am,
Thinking I’m controlling this beast when it controls me,
I’ve raped myself over and over again,
Just to satisfy that hungry beast,
One day I’ll betray it and stop the madness,
The game will have a new sight and feel.
Written by Becky Illson-Skinner
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