Its eyes are kind and gentle when you meet
Its skin white and pure, free from any sin
Its tongue made of silver charms you like a snake
Until you lower your defenses and let it in
When you let it it, you see it change
Its body bend and contort
It shows its true form
Leaving you nothing to resort
Kind eyes turn cold like a candle blown out
Smooth, soft skin is cut and corrupt by thorns sharper than a knife
Yet one thing remains
The silver tongue to control your life
The beast is quick to work
Destroying your walls
Letting in the other monsters
They make you feel small
The monsters torment relentlessly
For they do not hear cries
Only the beast controls them
But it likes the pain in your eyes
You yell and scream
But it falls on deaf ears
For they surround you and trap you
Till you drown in your tears
As you sit in the cage
You hope, you pray
That someone will save you
That they'll bring back the day
But the beast has grown wise
It knows you too well
It knows that you want to escape
from it's cell
It tells you
'I'll free you when I see fit
Make me happy
And I will submit'
But you have also learned
You know the beast, too
You know all the beast wants
It to control you
Fighting back has made you weak
Of strength you can't regain
The monsters surrounding you
Have you all but drained.
