Stricken in the hearts of men
Ever since God only knows when,
A fact all humans must endure,
Inside us hides a carnivore.
In anger or sadness, this exile can
Escape its prison through ink and pen.
We never know what lays in store
When we release our carnivore.
So we force it back with a counterattack
Of passionate confusion,
And we drive it back away from the pack
Where it sleeps in shadowed seclusion.
Living a life while waging this war
Sours the sweetness of love; therefore,
The soul is flayed to the very core
When we submit to our carnivore.