Beast Inisde Poem by Dylan Brown

He who makes a beast out of himself
gets rid of the pain of being a man

stuck here in my mind, this horrible place
i need to keep my will to stay
im trying to leave pick up the pace
no, i wont, just stop and play
satan doing his best, my worst

loaded gun thrust into my hands
my fingers on the trigger
im ready to blow my mind away
tommorow i might not make it, but everything is alirght
this bond is holding me
show me what its like to be set free!

you cant help me now im going to crash
my life before me, one final flash
wake up in a bed lights around me
needle in me arm, but this one wont set me free
god their holding me, cause ive lost my sanity

sometimes i just dont understand why
i would rather live then die
so i look right up to heaven
for the answer to my life

stick the needle in my arm,
roll the paper, cut the line
ill make the beast out of myself
it gets rid of all the pain of being a man

come and take a trip with me
but dont be surprised when things arent what they seem