I won't always be able to confine this monster in here
She grows stronger with my lust, my anger, my fear
And feasts upon my heartbroken tears
She portrays my inner ambitions
But with only the worst of intentions
Has no knowledge of shame or feelings of disregard
For she has no remore and no heart
Revels in vengence and acts of impulsion
Refuses forgiveness but admires the notion
She's a poison that eats away at my mind
Her escape from that place will come in time
And by then I'll only be an empty shell
For her to control in her own twisted hell.