The monster has reared its ugly head once again
Ripping at your heart with its best intentions
Plugging into your soul
Draining you
Tapping in like a warm connector
But when the story’s told
And the truth is known
The beast shall once again
Remain alone
Flattery means nothing
When your angel’s flown away
Presiding in her chaste, majestic glory
A touch of the hand
A glimpse into the soul
Bitter and tainted
Weary and old
What were you thinking?
What have you done?
Now it is finished
What I thought had begun.
