Rose's Thorns.

In the dark corners of your mind, 

is a beast wraped in chains, 

occasionally the chains rattle, 

The locks hold firm. 

Eyes gleam, 

senses hightened, 

Neglected, left alone. 

in solitery confinment. 

Eyes gleam and open wide, 

occasionally someone notices the beast. 

The chains Hold firm.... 

Will your beast come to play with mine ;) 

Until, then... in the darkness i stay. 

Side note, it would be nice to have a key to the chains :)