Inside Me

There's something inside me
It's sick
and
It's twisted

Its clawing its way free
and the sick thing is
I'll let it out

The piercing wails
of a tortured soul.
Hungry for a life
it can never have

Hear its howls
Feel its destruction
deep down in your bones

Watch it pour from my mouth
a filthy dirty black plume of smoke
Its oily tendrils lashing out
seeking their next victim

There's something inside me
its sick
and
its twisted.