The Beast... a poem by wrinkle22

Cryptic syllables of a passive mystic
holding onto past accomplishments..never
never to reclaim glory
never to claim her majesty
Past and present become entwined
entwined in the pain, the monster ive become
never able to defeat
defeat the beast inside me
crying, defying, depriving, all in an attempt to
to defeat the abomination inside of me
the ghost of me hides from the flesh of me
crying tears of the blasphamy of my
my name in retrospective to the
the egotistical bastard ive become
what to do, NO
where to hide, seclude myself
hide away in some distant cave till all
all ive loved forgets my name
my name, a memory of what was
what i was, and now, what ive become
trying to reclaim, never disclaim things that where, the things i want
the love i need. The love thats gone
gone to another, never to come back
No matter how hard i fight the beast
in the end the beast wins
and the human i am dies, and his memory is forgotten
Never to be remembered
Joe is no more
the Joe we know is gone
I am but the beast ive become