I have a killer inside, so rude
you'd shiver in his presence
When I identify with him he boosts my pride -
And I become one of non-human essence.
When he's aside, I suffer in his prison all alone,
ashamed of such vicinity.
He's flesh of flesh, he's bone of bone
My killer at proximity.
And every step I take, he lurks behind,
And if I wish to live - myself,
condemning him to damp and rusty cages,
I've to accept the fear I hide,
the chains with everpresent clanking,
bound to me for ages.
The limping monster that has to be kept on chain,
for it is fear that made him thrive in pain,
and shy away from living light of day.