The cage of the beast is what I am.

The cage of the beast is what I am.

A Poem by Lord of mad men

From the darkest reaches of my soul

A lone beast cries out

It feels how brittle it's chains have become

It longs to walk in the light

Not as man but as beast

My strength is slowly withering.

The lock that bound this beast in place

Lies on the floor of my soul

Shattered beyond proper repair

People have only ever seen the cage

None have peered into cage

The dark hid this beast well

Now all will see who I really am

See what I truly am....

© 2018 Lord of mad men


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