Metaphorical

Why fight the inner beast, 
Which you can adore 
As some sort of high priest 
That urges you to war. 
It wants no harm to you, 
But to those who create it, 
Because of them, it grew, 
Yet they're the ones who hate it. 
Old streams of tears run dry, 
The final night is closing in 
As they let out their last sigh, 
After committing their final sin. 
After years of torture, 
Of great torment and pain. 
The beast grows larger, 
The beast cannot be slain. 
Do not fear for their closure, 
As they knew what they were doing. 
The beast is taking over, 
Your soul is subduing. 
Past the final border, 
Darkness has instilled. 
The beast made you a martyr, 
It can never be killed.

The Beast Within