The Beast Within

When it comes to that I cannot feel anymore,
When my heart feels like it’s been through complete and utter war.
I know that its time to pick up a pen,
And begin to write what happen way back when.
When I begin to pour my heart onto the page,
I realize that it is like a soldier being released from a cage.
My heart sheds its shackles,
And rips them right off its ankles.
It runs into so many battles,
That I cannot even believe how my heart does not rattle,
With the pain it feels,
Like it’s running on wheels,
And I know sooner or later it will begin to tear,
Once again, and I know that it will be more then I can bear.
I know I must contain the beast,
Even though it will begin to feast,
On my emotions, like an animal.
It will become so wild; it will turn into a cannibal.
This is why the page is filled with ink.
I know I cannot even think,
That these feelings can stay,
Inside while I run away