The Beast.

The days pass by so slowly,
As I try to hide the infinite pain.
I've all but given up on life,
Becoming an empty shell; a mere name.

I try to slice the decay away,
Gorging away layers of skin.
I attempt to satisfy the beast,
That's lurking so deep within.

Everyday it thirsts for more,
Rearing it's repulsive head.
So, every night the torrents gush,
As I lay silent in my bed.

And every night, I close my eyes,
Praying the beast destroys me at last;
Relieving me of all my memories...
Tossing me into the crowded past.

Yet, morning breaks and I live on;
If this is a life I live.
I try to help those that I can,
But find I've nothing left to give.

The only solace that I find,
Is the truth that hides behind my lie:
One day, the beast will take my life,
But both I and it will quietly die.