I don't know how to tame this beast,
this beast that tears my heart in two;
its surging madness - weak while new -
with age increased.
By day I still can play a part;
I make the beast pace in its cage;
and, while it scratches at my heart,
it does not rage.
By night it slashes with its claws,
rips into meat, smacks while it feeds
upon my heart without a pause
until it bleeds.
This beast tears me into a shred,
alone in bed.