The beast within
Look up into the sky, to see infinite of possibilities. Not knowing which road to take, I’m a romantic in the head, a masochist in the heart. I long for peace but nothing gives me more pleasure than pain. Have I twisted my soul, to point where I barely recognise myself or is this who am I?
This mask I wear, merely a disguise to cover up the beast within. Whip me into a frenzy, nothing but satisfaction but it feels so empty. This hallow chest wants to feel, to be loved. My head speaks, it does not want pain, it wants to be warm in this cold world. Not to blend in but to stand out. Nothing but pain in my heart, I did not know any better. The taste of pain is all I desire, to feel that I am still alive in this world. Standing at the cliff edge with no fear of how it ends, to feel alive, in this moment to open the door you so long wanted to walk through.
The beast taunts “this is what you always wanted, to feel the ultimate satisfaction”
Is this what I want?
A voice breaks through “Do not mistake pain for love, satisfaction for freedom the world is a cold place but to fight for our love and needs is worth living for” it’s not the head that speaks but the heart.
Look up into the sky, to see infinite of possibilities. Not knowing which road to take, I’m a masochist in the head, a romantic in the heart. The world distorts our wants and needs, this barrier that I have built to shut out those I love, slowly breaks down, the warmth feels my body, no longer for the desire for pain, no need for satisfaction and the beast, it sleeps, for one day the world will become grey again then this beast will get its fix.
