Feed The Beast
One summer never ends
One summer never begins
One cage stands by itself on the hill
Brown and crumbling with green on the top
Unable to hold the beast who is unable to leave
The tearing at his heart is real
One summer that won't ever go away
The moment of sleep is depriving him of rest
And the moment never ends for him
Feeding the beast is what he does
Sitting in a chair at a desk
Unable to let go of it because
It is the last link he has
To the one summer that never ends
Turned and turned and turned
Over and over and on and off
Unable to sleep but never really awake
Arise and go forth pathetic thing
Feeding the beast in what he does
Singing it to sooth its fractured nerves
Stabbing at it to make it howl
And leaving it for reason no one knows
The beast stays in its cage
Unable to leave but not held by bars
Or ropes
But only by tears
The beast is in its cage.
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