Through The Looking Glass

The Beast

My heart has been played like a violin,

Turning me into a beast,

Created within,

My heart has been broken,

My soul's turning cold,

The castle is frozen,

Aged, the rose getting old,

Only Remembering,

Times I had you to hold,

Shattered fragments,

Are now all the memory,

That the mind retains,

The only feeling I have left now

is sharpening pains,

Without the one called Beauty,

Nothing left over my human side,

Still remains,

Lifeless as vessel trapt in this place,

Put under a curse,

That only love can erase,

Without the one I call Beauty,

The castle is nothing but empty space,

Even if Beauty would try,

She has no clue how I feel,

Because I know what it costs,

My heart will be whole,

Or be broken once more,

All I have ever longed for is love,

but all I have known,

Is nothing but war,

My heart has been ripped out,

Soul torn at the core,

It leaves me feeling too broken,

To try anymore,

Still, I must,

For unless I find love,

From the one I call Beauty,

This rose won't survive,

Because It's down to one petal,

With no way to revive,

Without her love,

The beast is forever,

Remaining alive,

And will always be,

Truth is that I love her,

How do I say it,

How do I tell her,

How could she see,

What I feel in my heart,

Or should I just hope there comes a day,

That the one I call Beauty,

Finally, love's me.......