Sit alone in an empty room,
Is what I do all night,
I sit there staring at the wall,
In darkness with no light.
The circles ringing my sad eyes,
Will never leave my face,
So long as this monster grips me,
Held tight by his embrace.
I feel him now inside of me,
Hiding in the shadows,
Scratching, tearing, there at my door,
He’s outside my windows.
He’s awake now, in my body,
He crawls beneath my skin,
The Monster, he is everywhere,
Born from evil within.
Crave the crank I sought to escape,
I must have it once more,
Fall back into the drugging haze,
Induced by one last score.
But the last is never the last,
The Beast, I can’t escape,
He holds my life in sharpened claw,
For me it’s much too late.
Over the edge, engulfed by flames,
I now cannot be saved,
I lost control so long ago,
My future’s set and paved.
I have become a Blackened Beast,
Unable to see clear,
I am the Monster with no heart,
I feel my end draw near.
I am the evil Monster, sick,
Alone and very pale,
All hope is lost, forever gone,
Has left my body frail.
I’ve used up everything I am,
I am no longer sane,
I now have nothing left to lose,
But nothing left to gain.