The Beast

I don’t want to hear my own thoughts
Pounding on the rim of insanity
A crackling habit that demands to be fought
Torturing my headless body for eternity
Even while they twitch and shake with glee
And fight for escape to force distortion
Never will I let them, never will I be free
From the torment of that mind-bending contortion

Does she think I can’t see that gleam in our eye?
That shining glint that can’t be fabricated
I’m so close to her I consider my will to try
And force us to notice the care I’ve dedicated
One day I’ll stop to rest a moment for peace
Together, her and I will prevent such a beast

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