There's a monster in my mind
I don't need to look to find.
The more I try to keep him fed
The more the hunger grows inside
I could shun him, if I tried,
Deprive him of but all the light,
But darkness is his fuel and fire,
Besides,
He has qualities I like.
There's a serpent in my soul.
Without him, I would not be whole.
I wrestle with his twisted ways,
We're all wrapped up and down we roll.
Vicious like the predator
He is, I see a heart of gold
With skin like leather, rough and cold.
Devilish and powerful.
Slithering he tells me, "Go,
Do not fear or hesitate
To show me to the world."
Wouldn't I know,
I let him out
For just a moment,
Back inside he'll never go.
There's a harlot in my heart.
Been there since the very start.
Though not a harlot to begin
She is what she must be for art.
Once I was a younger part
Of me, I bid but missed the mark
So change we did
And cunningly, she shows me
Just how smart she is.
There's a vagrant in my veins-
Consummates my aching pain
For every time I see the sun
He drives me back into the rain.
I could go insane.
Find myself back, from where I came
And heaven only knows
It's always pouring in the rain.
Though in a way he saves me from the beggar in my brain.
The vagrant knows the beggar well,
But they could not be less the same.
So once again I'll run away
My company is left to fate:
My monster, serpent, harlot, vagrant, beggar
And the sage.