The Beast Within

Swimming around in the sea of insanity,
Our lives become linked -- it's all interplanetary,
Words and names, people are such a bore,
Your only excitement is screwing with the whore.

Membranes of memories, kicking through the light,
People used to tell you that your future was bright,
But the swirling uneasiness that is your saviour now,
Sends another dimension - the evil screaming cow.

A never-ending circle of excuses and regret,
The lies and the stealing and the hate and the debt,
Dragging people down that would seem so uninvolved,
Then along comes your whore and your problems all seem solved.

Insufficient facilities but you forget to care,
The whore is always with you, smiling in her lair,
A flicker of the norm, just a technical hitch,
Just a second later and you're dancing with the bitch.

Not a strain of happiness remains within your marrow,
The essence of a joke lies in the straight and narrow,
Death is eagerly waiting, his cloak is wearing thin,
But one remains your saviour - your bitch, your whore, your heroin.

Rachel Chapman