Beast Called 'Life'
Though his fist weighs me down with his dominance
He brought an umbrella for my heart on this sweltering day
It would take more than a black stain
Upon my eye, to have me leave the beast
Though his fangs may be sharp and his claws all too jagged edged
It’s like honey at the tip of my tongue
Like the click clack at the break of a writer’s block
Moments that draw your every dedication
And fight the nooks and crannies for which suicide hides within
I could never leave my beast
The silence that shoves reality into my face
The ripping of sleep from my way
To love a beast? How could I?
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