what is this monster within me
feeding on my flesh
it is a demon i cannot see
feasting on my emotional mess

in my hand i hold a bottle, half empty with pain
this monster inside will feast long and well
i fear he will grip me yet again
but never a soul can i tell

of my weakness within
of the fiend in my heart
the pain he inflicts as sharp as pointed pin
i frantically protect the soul he would rip apart

there is no armor to hold him back
although many men have tried
this demon without warning will attack
for this monster is on the inside

a great horror brought to life
by the weak wills of us all
this is a monster flourishing in strife
this destroyer known as alcohol