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The Beast Within (a song of sorts)

By: SorrowfulPoet
Mood: Other
Date: Jul 19, 2007
Music: None


In the darkness
just before dawn
do you hear the cry a-haunting
echoing across the moor
In the shadows of morning
just before the day
do you hear the cry a-calling
across the urban city sprawls
In the wee hours of night
when you sleep in your bed
do you hear the cry a-coming
as you open your mouth
and scream!

You are its burden
You are its mortal prey
The beast it comes a-stalking
when you shut yourself away
tearing out from inside you
it lets loose its terrible roar
haunting your dreams
calling you to listen
and making you scream out in fear

You are the beast of burden
You are the mortal prey
The beast it comes a-stalking
when you shut yourself away
You are not the predator
You are its living prey

Do you tremble when I tell you.
Do you hide your face in shame?
Do you run away from darkness
and only live in day.

OF all the beasts unleashed
in this world of sin
Mortality, brutality
the most terrible beast
that walks
is the beast within!

You are its burden
You are its mortal prey
The beast it comes a-stalking
when you shut yourself away
tearing out from inside you
it lets loose its terrible roar,
haunting your dreams
calling you to listen
and making you scream out in fear

Perk your ears and hear it
as it draws ever near
Do you hear its cry a-haunting
you through your tears.
Do you hear its cry a-calling
you out, my dears?

You are its burden
You are its mortal prey
The beast it comes a-stalking
You can't save yourself this way

Let it out
Let it out
Let it out

Let the burden be no more

Let it out
Let it out
Let it out

Its always hungry for blood
and it is at the door

Let it out
Let it out

You are its burden
You are its mortal prey
The beast it comes a-stalking
You can't lock it away

Let it out
Let it out

It's drawing ever near

Let it out
Let it out

You are nothing but your fear

Let it out
Let it out

The beast is within

Let it out
Let it out

The beast must be free

Let it out

In the darkness
just before dawn
do you hear the cry a-haunting
echoing across the moor
In the shadows of morning
just before the day
do you hear the cry a-calling
across the urban city sprawls
In the wee hours of night
when you sleep in your bed
do you hear the cry a-coming
as you open your mouth
and scream!

Let it OUT!


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Jul 20, 2007, 01:41 pm
very good poem!

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From: Mercy
Jul 19, 2007, 09:42 pm
Powerful! I like this alot. :)

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