Enigma

The beast inside of me
Must be fed
But it feeds with poison
And I wish to live
There's a whole bible
Of nude, crude truths
I must not tell you
I scout you from above
I scan you, and confirm
You're not tough enough
And I'm too sick to teach

I'm a very difficult dillema
An unsovable one.

Neither of them can live
For my appetite is wide and lasting
And each one carries a piece
Of the same wish
To finally finish the others
Then, conqueer my soul.