Yet another withered petal fall
And still I am a monster.
I know what doomed me,
My foolishness and pride,
But seeing doesn’t make it easier
Living each day as a beast.
I have raged, I have howled,
I have clawed, I have cried
But it does no good,
It will not release me.
Only the love of a woman
Can ever set me free,
Impossible to obtain, like the stars,
For who could ever love a beast?
So all I can do is sit here
And watch each petal fall
As steady as sand in the hourglass
Tolling away the days of my life.