Hmm, what an ingenious idea,
Lock me inside a room,
What? Padded walls?
You’ve tied me down in gloom,
To prevent me from hurting myself?
The hell, like this lovely jacket will stop me,
Yes, I see you want me to be good,
But it’s only a matter of time before I’m free,
I thought you understood,
It’s not my fault I do this,
But when I am gone,
Who will you miss?
Me or the beast inside?
Oh, tests is it? Injections in my skin?
Tethers around my ankles?
To keep my pet within?
Interesting you’ve seen this before,
Prescribe another drug to subdue my mind?
Ah, of course, it’s so clear now,
You’re scared of what you will find,
I know secrets that you don’t want others to hear,
You have confessions that you thought went unheard,
Little obscenities you don’t want out,
Such as the minds you have murdered,
The staff here love me it seems,
Apparently I charm them around,
Yes, they love my voice,
Although you have never heard a sound,
They slip me water into my little enclosed room,
But, oh you don’t know that,
You only know stuff they taught you in school,
Your knowledge springs from the exams you sat,
What now? More tests?
Oh you want to listen to the stories of my heart,
Who is the beast you ask?
And why does he tear things apart?
Come on doctor, don’t you know?
He only comes out in the dark when we’re alone,
He doesn’t tear things apart,
He only rips apart living things and she is never on her own,
Inspiration is the key with her,
He writes poetry to express her pain,
Where as I the host just adjust the picture,
And wonder if I’ve gone insane,
That’s the reason I’m here you say,
Are there two people inside of me?
Oh dear, you finally realised the truth,
Eyes wide open and you couldn’t see,
I want to control and make it all mine,
But no, isolation is what you prescribe,
Away from the ones who lie in their beds in the ward,
There are no words that can describe,
The person who created this room must have been a genius,
The padded wall, oh very clever,
No windows, no light,
You say it’s all in my head, whatever,
You have no choice but to let me out,
Because isolated the beast is dormant,
No sharp objects, so no blood will spill,
And still the questions come, god you are persistent,
Who is the beast? You plead,
Who are you? You whine,
Well, the answer is,
He is me, my devil, mine,
No answer verbally shall you get,
That will make you understand,
Why I like to cut things up,
Why I like blood on my hands,
Oh yes, this padded room is fabulous,
This place where you think I belong,
But oh my dear doctor,
Not even this will hold the beast for long,
He will rise again,
A phoenix from the ash,
I will still be here my doctor,
When all your theories are dashed,
I will remain,
Me and the beast alone,
Watching silently from your clever padded room,
Waiting to go home,

Well I see a week has passed,
From watching within a padded room,
Surviving on the panic in your eyes,
Only to return to the gloom,
It seems you could not break me,
Another doctor that failed,
Another bright spark,
Who in comparison to the beast paled,
I see, you feel desolate somehow,
You ask if you made a mistake,
This last day where you file away my papers,
Oh no dear doctor, the beast will not break.