The Beast


The beast breaks me down.
Begging me to lose balance.
I was bound for better things
But my spirit was broken.
I couldn’t believe my beast was binging.
Taking my breath and blinding my beauty
When did my brain begin to blame me
The beast boasts while it backhands me.
Bonded to me like a brother
It takes breaks
But it’s always beside me.
It’s busted up but it never behaves
I have to believe that it belongs to me
But one bitter bite and I’m back
To wear I began.

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