The Ellipsis Idea: Beast (Scrap)
Wait a minute; it appears I have lied
I couldn’t keep it hidden as hard as I tried
Tripping its way out of my mind
Leaving me sweaty and somewhat tongue-tied
It came back from the dead; removing its cover and rising from bed
Roaring and clawing at whatever was near
It summoned itself and brought back my worst fear
Slowing rising, it’s come back again
Cleaning the mud and making itself clear
It and I are at eye-level again; stuck in the madness and in the sin
“Black from the heart and onto the skin;
Trying to ignore the canine within.
Boasting a genius that doesn’t exist;
Stuck in the same sadness; stuck in the same sin.”
It’s then I realized I was against my reflection; hovering quietly; avoiding detection.
The beast writhed in blood and sweat
It’s skin dripping; moist; wet
Its teeth gnawing and biting the sky
Itself an image of what I can’t forget
It bellowed from within its core; it was full, but wanted more.
“The lost soul of a childhood dream.
Trying to hold on to nothing it would seem.
Losing, but already lost its grip.
Fighting for the losing team.”
“The beast knows the thoughts and the fears; every pain and all the tears.”
I tensed and knew this was my brain
Arguing with me for no gain
Sucking me in and spitting me out
Dealing its brand of emotional pain
Using my words, it moved in to attack; “The knife’s in the heart, and in the back.”
…
I couldn’t keep it hidden as hard as I tried
Tripping its way out of my mind
Leaving me sweaty and somewhat tongue-tied
It came back from the dead; removing its cover and rising from bed
Roaring and clawing at whatever was near
It summoned itself and brought back my worst fear
Slowing rising, it’s come back again
Cleaning the mud and making itself clear
It and I are at eye-level again; stuck in the madness and in the sin
“Black from the heart and onto the skin;
Trying to ignore the canine within.
Boasting a genius that doesn’t exist;
Stuck in the same sadness; stuck in the same sin.”
It’s then I realized I was against my reflection; hovering quietly; avoiding detection.
The beast writhed in blood and sweat
It’s skin dripping; moist; wet
Its teeth gnawing and biting the sky
Itself an image of what I can’t forget
It bellowed from within its core; it was full, but wanted more.
“The lost soul of a childhood dream.
Trying to hold on to nothing it would seem.
Losing, but already lost its grip.
Fighting for the losing team.”
“The beast knows the thoughts and the fears; every pain and all the tears.”
I tensed and knew this was my brain
Arguing with me for no gain
Sucking me in and spitting me out
Dealing its brand of emotional pain
Using my words, it moved in to attack; “The knife’s in the heart, and in the back.”
…