This beast was born of fear and lies.
He fed on pain and midnight cries.

He lurked in the corners of my dreams,
Oh, how he loved my silent screams.

This beast was the one that I had raised.
I watched him grow night and day.

I felt so lost in my homemade abyss,
So I took a blade to my wrist.

This beast I then fed with my blood and tears.
For he was no longer satisfied with just my fears.

Today this beast still stalks me,
I've often wondered if I will ever be free.

This beast I keep wrapped in chains,
Sometimes I feel his phantom pains.

He runs his chilly fingers along my scars,
Makes me wish to greet the stars.

This beast is an ethereal demon of mine own making.
This is the beast from which I need saving.

I've banished him to the night
No more do I feel fright

I'm confident in the person I have become,
To this demon I will not succumb.