Leviathan

I feel as though I am made of hate
Like no action can quell or sate
The ravenous demons within
Hatred and rage, violence and sin
Perversions and twistings in tin
With only a lid to keep the beast in
Leviathan in a tupperware cage
Just waiting for his turn on stage
Just waiting to unleash the rage
Roiling, coiling in my soul
A madness that can only grow
Lurks just beneath this thin veneer
How long can I keep him here?
Leviathan in his lidded pot
Just waiting until I forgot
To keep the lid secured
And this, I am assured
Will happen someday soon
For there is no more room
For miracles in my mind
All will yet be left behind
Vice, a thoroughly baited hook
Pulled virtue to the top, mistook
A lid for fine containment
As though wearing a king's raiment
Disguised my leper's skin
Yes, a lid to keep a monster in
But the walls, the walls are paper thin
Oh God, the walls are just my skin.