The Demon Within

Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with

all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out,

Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .

And yet I know beyond a doubt He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet. I know I'm mad,

I ought to tell The doctors, let them care for me, Confine me in a

padded cell And never, never set me free; But Oh how cruel that would be!

For I am young - and comely too . . . Yet dim my demon

I can see, And there is but one thing to do. Three times I beat the foul fiend back;