Inside Me

I think I'm sick

There's something inside me

It's sick

and

It's twisted

 

Its clawing its way free

and the sick thing is

I'll let it out

 

The peircing wails

of a tortured soul.

Hungry for a life

it can never have

 

Hear its howls

Feel its desctruction

deep down in your bones

 

Watch it pour from my mouth

a filthy dirty black plume of smoke

Its oily tendrils lashing out

seeking their next victim

 

There's something inside me

its sick

and

its twisted.