29 May 2012
(from beauty and the beast)
Monster! Freak! I hear your cries If you knew me you'd be surprised
Your kind of beauty is skin deep So I lock myself away to keep Myself away from your hurtful spite I ran from you, hid far from sight I was afraid I'd never be accepted It's painful to see how I'm rejected
I used to be much more you know But a wicked witch did curse me so Because of my arrogance and pride I lost everything, how I cried! It is not seemly for a man to cry But I can't help it, although I try
So now I try to instil fear Into the hearts of those too near If they want a beast, I'll let it out They cower at my raging shout My venomous hatred boils and hisses Seething with anger at lost blisses
I could have found a beautiful wife! I could have had a better life!
Instead I howl into the skies Let my anger build up, rise I scream and open the floodgates Lob and throw the china plates I smash the mirrors in their frames I destroy the statues, erase the names I tear at myself, pulling out hair Why should life be so unfair! The tapestries my ancestors wove Are on the floor, in two halves clove I shred the pages of the books That gave the library it's good looks I rip the paintings off the wall And lie shaking, sobbing in the great hall I'm all alone, waging a war As I writhe upon the oak wood floor
All it takes to ensure this ends The nightmarish hell each dawn sends Is a woman that can look and see Something in me she wants to marry If she can conquer my wicked face And say I do with eloquent grace I will have my old life back No more need for vicious attacks Upon those who dare to judge Against those who bear a grudge
I dream of my Belle, how she'll save The heart of myself, so depraved She strike me down with just a rose And the bravery of one who knows Just how looks can be deceiving Blessed by her, fuelled by believing...
But that is conjecture, fantasy! Who would choose to marry me! I'm a monster, myself I hate! Why fight against the laws of fate! Freaks don't marry beautiful girls To their deaths off cliffs they're hurled! My lunacy scares me beyond belief I'm so wrapped up inside my grief I mourn my life, the one I had But now my heart is ironclad I can't bear to feel, lest I let loose The Beast, deserving of the noose!
I.Sparrow
The Beast • Opuss № I