The spirit of the lonely beast

The days are ok when you sleep them away,
but the night shines with a vengeance in such a cruel way.
All the love in my heart that has been there for years,
its killing me softly with these dry unshed tears.
You’re a sweetheart with a spirit that never quits they all say,
So why am I killing me softly, sleeping this light of day away?
A simple touch to my cheek sparks my heart ablaze,
Its doesn’t take much for me to be completely amazed.
With passion so deep and so strong,
I am foreboding, with a heart that so longs..

Where’s the middle ground for a spirit that feels everything so deep?
Where is my forever and the one heart who will keep?
my heart bursts with fire and my soul soars so high,
but then you disappoint me and I’m left with all these whys.
I say I can live a simple life and I mean that so much,
but to live simple does it mean to give up touch?
A warm embrace and a love that never dies,
I love forever but I always hear goodbye.
Is this the curse of an artist’s heart?
Feel so feverishly to end from start.
I should be grateful that I see with such sight,
I should be proud that I’m the type that will never give up a worthwhile fight.
but these dark nights they crush me,
I’m insatiable to say the least,
no person can cure this disease,
The disease of that undying spirit,
The spirit of the lonely beast..