Sometimes I let it feed
taking what it wants
leaving only need
despair it flaunts
The waters rush in
drowning by sin
Sometimes I flee
desert race
it can catch me
for impact i brace
My enemy is strong
knowing i did not wrong
Sometimes I fight
knowing I will lose
like the sun to the night
the weak to abuse
I become the stranger
only those i love i endanger
Sometimes I search
needing the kill
watching from its perch
its heart beats still
The song of god I sing
only wrath He will bring
Sometimes I don’t hate
my demon within
it is my fate
it is my sin
by John Belcher
(3 votes, average: 2.67 out of 5)
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