monster in my blood

I'm in love with a monster.
A sly, nice, loveable monster.

He sleeps in this den,
Eats from these riches.
His pain is felt everyday,
The pain he caused;
the bruises, the laughs, the torments, the tears.
The blood,
They all echo in this cage.
With increasing age the beast inside seems to grow timid and weak
But we know better than to trust age.
The beast sleeps, that is all, but he is alive.

And we cry,
Cry in fear of what you have done and what you could do.

Aware of all your evil,
I still love you.