I am a beast of gold and red
I live in the dark and live off impulse
that drives me everyday to madness
in my veins pushing fast is my pulse.
I cry for meaning in the midnight
hours I wander about barren plains.
The sins I commit may be no sin at all
but what I do my mane is stained.
The crying world holds my kind
and harsh is the aspect the earth sees.
A beast I am but I am a man I have
conquered much that’s conquered me.