Oh, cage my drooling heart and lose the key
before it makes corpses of you and me.
A starving beast should never be let loose.
If left unleashed, my ravished heart consumes,
infuriated by the howling moon,
without discretion. Predators must eat.
But if my heart’s a beast, what about me?
‘Cause for the Devil I’ve no sympathy.
But from my chest my heart I can’t remove.
So with my heart, I must be locked up too.
I am the demon working in cahoots
to destroy love, my heart conspires with me.
But I don’t want to deconstruct your soul,
so I will wrap a muzzle ‘round my mouth
and sew my lips into a caustic pout
lest I should gorge until grotesquely full.
My stomach’s much too small to eat a bull.
The acids in my gut can’t break you down.
Ex-captives from my belly scream and shout,
“You cannot love that which you’ve swallowed whole!”