My Inner Monster (in progress)

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 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.