The road to hell is paved with good intentions
At least that’s what they say
But these last three working days
Have only proven I’m not ok

The rage inside is constantly boiling
Threatening always, close to exploding

That monster I fight to keep bottled up
He breaks those chains too often, then runs amok

He’s evil incarnate
Yet amoral throughout
He doesn’t intentionally wound
the ones I so deeply care about

I try to keep him bottled inside
The stress and the strain due to my stubborn pride
I can’t let him go no matter the cost
Because in his actions almost all hope is lost

He’s angry
I’m bleeding
From claw and fang marks on my body I’m feeling
He’s patiently impatient, stalking, just waiting for feeding