It creeps beneath a charming smile,
Whispering beauty to your ear.
In mask and lie it found exile,
Hiding from Man its deepest fear.
With but a touch it can infect
The purest and gentlest kiss;
And shatter a world so perfect
No soul can mend in its abyss.
It has known secrets of the mind,
Lurking in bloody legacy
That Man today can only find
In dark and raving lunacy.
It has long lain dormant in dreams
Of hate and blood and bitterness.
I only can drown it in screams,
My inner monster is madness.
It lusts alas for praise untold
And for lips sealed and out of reach.
It has to fail, I dread the cold
That would befall us through that breach.
It is immortal in concept
Yet I believe in its demise.
Its longing I cannot accept
Lest you utter my name in cries.
When all your sympathy is lost
And our journey is long gone
My demon will claim me, he must
So I shall never be alone.
Silence! O sweet felicity,
Bear witness to the shackled beast
Raging in the veracity
Of this : it is of mine the least.
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