A heart restrained
tearing at its chain it snarls and roars
it pounds and pounds, fighting for freedom
but it's chains are thick
I am safe from the sangrenous beast
Yet there is sadness in the restraint
a loss of purpose which leaves me feeling hollow
should I? could I? would I...loosen the chains, just this once
I know the animal has mauled me before, but hasn't it learned its master?
I come closer, feeling the chain and looking to its key
I taunt myself, "open it, I dare you"
I know i won't...I learned my lesson...I will never open the lion's cage again
Still, I play with the pin, as if teasing the beast
as if daring myself
a kiss
*SNAP*
just as I lift the pin a little, the beast lunges forward
forcing the pin out of its socket
freeing the muscle which urges to consume me
and I am lost in the beast
the pain of its jaws almost welcomed in comparison to the pain of its imprisonment
my blood courses through it, feeding it....
"Blake, I'm sorry"
A gunshot
I return to my senses as the beast limps away
Am I saved...or lost?
It collapses, caving in on itself
The pain is divine. I savor it as the beast savored me.
I watch, then, as my pet, my beast....MY dear animal...cries
I watch the fieceness flow out of it through its wounds
I watch as it retreats to the shadows....i want to retreat with it, but I can't
I must face its slayer...I must be strong where it could not.
God, give me the strength
it pounds and pounds, fighting for freedom
but it's chains are thick
I am safe from the sangrenous beast
Yet there is sadness in the restraint
a loss of purpose which leaves me feeling hollow
should I? could I? would I...loosen the chains, just this once
I know the animal has mauled me before, but hasn't it learned its master?
I come closer, feeling the chain and looking to its key
I taunt myself, "open it, I dare you"
I know i won't...I learned my lesson...I will never open the lion's cage again
Still, I play with the pin, as if teasing the beast
as if daring myself
a kiss
*SNAP*
just as I lift the pin a little, the beast lunges forward
forcing the pin out of its socket
freeing the muscle which urges to consume me
and I am lost in the beast
the pain of its jaws almost welcomed in comparison to the pain of its imprisonment
my blood courses through it, feeding it....
"Blake, I'm sorry"
A gunshot
I return to my senses as the beast limps away
Am I saved...or lost?
It collapses, caving in on itself
The pain is divine. I savor it as the beast savored me.
I watch, then, as my pet, my beast....MY dear animal...cries
I watch the fieceness flow out of it through its wounds
I watch as it retreats to the shadows....i want to retreat with it, but I can't
I must face its slayer...I must be strong where it could not.
God, give me the strength