The source inflicted pain
The source left wounds,
never to be healed.
Her smile fades, as the source lures innocents in
Caging them forever without escape
Inside her, passed down from the source, a beast lays.
It causes bad deeds and has bad needs
She fights off the beast
The beast rests
She settles with ease
Days go by in peace, not a problem in sight..
Alas! All of a sudden, the beast then awakens, craving for more
Tries to claw its way out
Going insane, she is tricked to give in on what the beast wants
Pain fills her up, hard to embrace
A blade calls her name..
Instead, she fights
Again, she fights with great speed
The Beast then slows, let’s go
She then lives through the days
Strength has worn down
The fight will end someday
She even starts to pray
Then all at once..
With no warning
The Beast awakens!
Full strength against
The Beast won’t give up
Might as well give in…
She let’s go
Takes all that she can
Well now, she’s addicted again...
She’s useless, weak
The blade starts to call her again
“Use me! Use me! You know you want to.. I can ease the pain like no one else.”
She follows the voice, that calling voice
Tears running down her cheeks, she picks up the blade
Slowly, runs it across her scarred skin.
Over and over again
She then stops
Realizing what she’s done
“I let it get to me. The Beast has won..”