She hated the thing
It tormented her persona
Wanting it out of her
She tried to release
It became a part of her
Tearing away her soul
Trying to be the noise
Finding a signal
To be imprisoned
How she wanted it out
Her fear and shame
A crime personifed
Sending out a part of her
To find and to die
A reason to live
But a will to die
How she found her wisdom
In those moments of pain
Her final wishes too clear
And God at his granting
Proclaimed apon her soul
The everlasting desire
Fortold to her
The beast was gone
And so was she
But what she didn't realise
Was that she released herself...