The Beast prowls in its cage

hard lines of shadows break

echoing in his wake

the screams of tearing steel

He's tried to lay

to rest

this angry, vengeful spirit

each time, points of light lance in

scarring his hide

high, childish chatter -and laughter-

the echoing clatter of

fools who just don't know -or care-

he was -once- human

now only mad -Mad!

The sandman comes, and leaves

the world in half-formed piles

of dust: scattered shadows, restless dreams

shadows billow with each footfall

like the dust of bones -atomic ash

of civilization, past

His new, mad fancy -bloodthirsty fantasy-

to lay the world to rest...

(to slay the world, and rest...)

To rest...

The Monster scowls at his cage

the shadows break, and flee

for darkness, light peers in

pierces him, he growls

nothing half as savage as his war

cry, "Damn them all ! ! ! I'm only human ! ! !"

only… only… only… lonely?

Human… human… who man..? Human.

The Rage lifts

and leaves

just a Man

alone

in the darkness

trying to sleep

dying for sleep