There is a feral beast trapped inside of me that suffers

She weeps and roars and pounds hard on her dungeon's door 

A smothering embrace; noone cares to accept the love She offers

Her pathos and tumult within have force enough to start a war

And though I have her well contained, claws trimmed and all;

while I have Her locked away, I even had Her put in chains...

I can still hear Her scratcing from the other side of my wall.

I know you feel better when you see me tug Her reigns

And I do; but I can't hate Her becase, you see, She's mine

So I let Her out every once in a blue moon; after all-

-too much passion is Her only crime...