A beast is inside a woman thrust in anger tired at heart. Her enimies are loved ones but they are destined to be apart. Faith is in her no longer, pain has overcome saying to herself over and over again, Why am I the one.Peace she wishes she had but the beast inside her wont die. Her eyes are so stiff and cold they never cry. For a tear would break the stem the stem that holds her up. But the beast is inside that stem so should that stem be cut.
