I beat my fate and cheat my grave, at least to have even reached my age.
The beast i’ve made I keep, I cage. Has ceased to even speak my name.
I’d seek to claim complete domain of me and all beneath my brain.
But seasons can change and I’ll need him one day to release him when demons are eating my Faith.
When the weak and the brave have been beat they’re the same, there’s a reason for it even my evil to stay
Poetry