I believe there is a monster inside all of us
Insidious in nature, but all so fragile
Begging to be tamed

Tamed and loved.
Love is the only guarentee to peace
But every thing in this life meets its end and must be mourned before it can be fully appreciated

My monster lost its peace, now I'm restless.
Lashing out and acting out of character
Is this who I become after getting every thing I prayed for?

The fleeting moments of recalled joy in between the weight of loss make him hesitate.
But he has tasted the other side of his nature and yearns for it again

And he will seek it the only way he knows how, violence until peace can be found again.
I am just as foolish as him, this time hoping it sticks around.