No...The monster....

I can feel it.

Feel it inside of me.
Raging like a winter storm.
With cruel decisiveness it shows no mercy.

 I feel it take on its wicked form.

The monster seeks only to take control,
to wreak it’s havoc upon my soul!
I cant give in, lest I pay the toll....

I must not...
I will not!
I have to be bold.

Inside of me...

No...A part of me...
Not a monster from which I can flee,

But rather,
A person I wish not to see!

With no more strength to muster within...
I abandon all hope..
And I give in,
(Must not)
give in,
(Can not)

I losen my grip, and let it free;

and weep and wallow in self travesty.

And so just like that winter storm.
I ...
take on...
this wicked form.

          --Scott Adair