The Beast Within By Spicewheezle
A short time ago, in a land not so far,
Lived a 'normal' young man, who was about to wage war,
Not war with solders, tanks and big guns,
But the sort that had evil, heart wrenching demons,
He twisted and hurted, alone in the dark,
No hint of a light, not even a spark,
A change had occured, not like any before,
As if the blackness within had finally a cure,
He knew then that he'd been what he just couldn't be,
A 'virtuous' life just wasn't for me,
A giant beast in the darkness, had wrought,
This thing grew within, and just couldn't be fought,
It stood out tall and strong, and immortally young,
Amid the lost souls, he was now stood among,
Watching and learning, from the lost ones amid,
The sickness of souls, he now voud to get rid,
On Sundays the 'people' would aimlessly wonder,
Whats wrong with these creatures?, he'd stand there and ponder,
He noticed they wondered in pairs holding hands,
Driven by strange urges, secreted by glands,
The biggest and strongest, had just become so meak,
To succome to their desires, and belong in this clique,
They looked at this beast, and thought he was the one wrong,
To one of those cliques, he just couldn't belong,
He has no desire to own lots of things,
To get married, a mortguage and breed some younglings,
Enough he thought, I shall free them at once,
A plan he devised, amaized at his brill-iance,
He thought long and hard, for days, weeks, months and years,
The plans couldn't work, and he ran out of ideas,
They believed that alone, they could never be whole,
To give up their dreams, how incredibly drole,
These humans I think are amaizingly thick,
Im glad Im a God, but they think Im sick!
He could smash them and bash them, and tear them apart,
To remove what he lacks, a warm Human heart,
The irony of course is that, his heart is dead,
But he's alive where they're not, alive in his head,
He can dream his own dreams, and follow his path,
Without considering another, and incurring their wrath,
You see, neither can be what the other desire,
To change the loved one, can often backfire,
To compramise your life, with another to live,
Is the worst crime of all, and hard to forgive,
I dont want sympathy, understandings enough,
This beast you see, is incredibly tough!
I know where Im going, I know what to do,
I believe in real love, but is what they have true?
A short time ago, in a land not so far,
Lived a 'normal' young man, who was about to wage war,
Not war with solders, tanks and big guns,
But the sort that had evil, heart wrenching demons,
He twisted and hurted, alone in the dark,
No hint of a light, not even a spark,
A change had occured, not like any before,
As if the blackness within had finally a cure,
He knew then that he'd been what he just couldn't be,
A 'virtuous' life just wasn't for me,
A giant beast in the darkness, had wrought,
This thing grew within, and just couldn't be fought,
It stood out tall and strong, and immortally young,
Amid the lost souls, he was now stood among,
Watching and learning, from the lost ones amid,
The sickness of souls, he now voud to get rid,
On Sundays the 'people' would aimlessly wonder,
Whats wrong with these creatures?, he'd stand there and ponder,
He noticed they wondered in pairs holding hands,
Driven by strange urges, secreted by glands,
The biggest and strongest, had just become so meak,
To succome to their desires, and belong in this clique,
They looked at this beast, and thought he was the one wrong,
To one of those cliques, he just couldn't belong,
He has no desire to own lots of things,
To get married, a mortguage and breed some younglings,
Enough he thought, I shall free them at once,
A plan he devised, amaized at his brill-iance,
He thought long and hard, for days, weeks, months and years,
The plans couldn't work, and he ran out of ideas,
They believed that alone, they could never be whole,
To give up their dreams, how incredibly drole,
These humans I think are amaizingly thick,
Im glad Im a God, but they think Im sick!
He could smash them and bash them, and tear them apart,
To remove what he lacks, a warm Human heart,
The irony of course is that, his heart is dead,
But he's alive where they're not, alive in his head,
He can dream his own dreams, and follow his path,
Without considering another, and incurring their wrath,
You see, neither can be what the other desire,
To change the loved one, can often backfire,
To compramise your life, with another to live,
Is the worst crime of all, and hard to forgive,
I dont want sympathy, understandings enough,
This beast you see, is incredibly tough!
I know where Im going, I know what to do,
I believe in real love, but is what they have true?
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And I DO want to come to England.
It's always about the money/time.
Sorry for being so negligent in replying to your comments (I'll be better)
I have no idea how ong is left of big bro. But I always miss it when it's over...like the slowed down sequence at the ne dwith soppy music, of all the best bits of the house....*sigh* Haha