She stores a flask up on the shelf
Small and clear, feelings do sleep
The contents constanly kept to herself
Until they overflow, cuts deep

At night, when silence crashes in
and cold sweat bleeds out pores
she touches the tough, white skin
and softly rubs the long, thin sores

A claw comes prying, her head spins
flowing it does, feeling it's way
A darkness drawn out from within
Pulling apart innocence to portray

Horrendous crave, a relentless need.
mind and bottle, cracking in her hand
Feelings leak out to scratch and feed
on the girl, now trying to stand

To defend herself, she pulls a knife
but laughter escapes her lips,
"I'm deep inside, part of your life"
She cries and aims the tip

Before she strikes the pale blue stains
she asks herself, "How deep must I cut
to pull the monster from my veins?"
nausea seeped in to her gut

But the deeper she sliced, the more
blood puddled, but never did she cease
mind grasped a fear from before
and realized she was the beast.