The Monster
They say it dwells inside my soul,
a desecration of the human race,
interwoven like some ancient scroll.
Draining energy; enacting its toll.
An unholy monster bundled in lace,
they say it dwells inside my soul.
Every move watched; passive parole.
History marked with its disgrace,
interwoven like the ancient scroll.
I plead the Father to take control,
and remove it from my sacred space.
They shout it dwells inside my soul.
Is removal even possible?
Oh, how I yearn for love's embrace,
interwoven like an ancient scroll.
The monster winks in sinful droll,
I think I'll keep him just in case.
They whisper it dwells inside my soul,
interwoven like some ancient scroll.