The Beast Within Poem by Phillip Ball

My self loathing grips my neck.

Its claws keeping my self-righteousness in check.

Or is it just Chocking out the virtues you claim to see.

My integrity, bleeding out from me.

I hold on to hope, as my lungs cry for air.

Humanity is dieing and I'm the only one that cares.

But am i defending the the Souls that are damned

or are they just cards in my hand.

A hidden agenda for every good deed,

but its as if you only see the good in me.

This is the battle I have chosen,

but how can I save the broken,

I cant even slay this beast within,

And Its dragging me to hell with him