The Beast

Hideously corpulent, crude and vulgar, oh vicious vicious beast! You imposed yourself on me wreaking a strange distress on me. You squeezed the life out of me, abused me till I bled dry, writhing, quivering, wanting to be freed of your rude hold. I wasn't freed from you tonight and I gave in to your impolite demands. I fled when I could and I complained. Oh how I complained! I roared and the world heard me and I silenced myself as I realized I was turning into you, loud and obnoxious creature. And I became aware of my needs. Shivering, quivering, wanting to be freed, wanting to be saved. But what from, I cannot tell. It wasn't you, oh beast, for you are what I wish not to become. But as I sit here thinking, I realize that a part of me is you and I suppress that part as much as I can. But still, but still, when my guards are down, that part of me does come around. Because you see, no matter who I try to be, that part is still a part of me.