The Beast
The Beast
The void, the emptiness
What is that to which drives our inner soul to feel its pain
The loneliness of love we find hard existing
The beast, he live's there hungering to eat
The empty you fill, lurking in the the darkness
Thriving on the bitterness of the hearts pureness
There it dwells, eatting at your fleshes desires
Love, it's bitter of betray,anger and hearts stomp
Where is the taste, we endure to bestow and feast
The Beast, it eats; I die as an awakening
My eye's open, I do not see
That of my death I experience
What of the darkness? Is there life or just myth
I hunger with thirst, I cry out in anger
Love me never more that I may be set free
But love me yet or I die this day of my love for you
That I only breathe the breath you take
That my life be yours til that day
|