The Beast Blues

Michael Cannon – The Beast Blues © 2016

I’ve got a beast: makes my highs disappear,
when he nibbles at my brain and he pisses in my ear.
Been a permanent fixture, since coming to stay.
Twenty long years; morning night and day.
I wish he would leave but the beast, he just won’t go away.

He’s over my shoulder. Impossible to ignore.
He drags me through the mud when this body wants to soar.
The beast he belittles, the beast he bemoans.
I’ve come to understand he’s a devil to disown.
I wish he would leave but the beast, he just won’t go away.

‘Try to remove him from out of your head,
well, I’ve got a friend’ the bar tender said.
When I sat on her couch it was as clear as it could be,
as I looked into her eyes I saw her beast smile back at me.
She had her own beast and I guess, it just won’t go away.

I saw it there ghostly, a noose around her neck,
her attitude was ragged; disposition was a wreck.
No point in remaining; no help for me here.
Got up from my chair, into the night I disappeared.

Now I’m walking the streets, as alone as I can be,
the beast is right here and his shadow follows me.
I’ve been wondering if he’s lonely and needs company?
I guess he can stay but best stop nagging me.

I call him the beast and that’s his disguise.
Why should I care when he doesn’t sympathise?
I wish he would leave but the beast, he just won’t go away.