The Fiend in Me

been drinking with large sips
like cracks of a devil's whips
my mind is drifting somewhere far
and all the doors seem to be ajar
I'm scared of height though I'm on the ground
I twist and turn, it all goes around
again and again I try to make it real
but my mind seems not to be crystal clear
the fiend inside begs to be released
put in your arms and truly kissed
I don't want to let him out
as he may just scream and shout
poor is the creature lonesome
his paws all bruised and numb
he's craving a bit of understanding
and expanses of loving and caring