Taking Myself Apart Piece by Piece

Taking myself apart piece by piece, Every step that the road soaked in, Again and again I run through the lines, Through the notes from Uncle God. I wrote, and with a confident "I believe" I took the white day as salvation. But more and more, on purpose, the beast… I beat and kept caged with trepidation. He grew stronger, watching from the shadows. Didn't scream, didn't let it show. I read… and he, after the readings, Slept like a child, forgetting the hurt. And me too, worn out pretty badly From the beatings and the clang of metal, I'd fall asleep and, through the drowse, vaguely Beg for the cage to disappear. One morning, woken by a scream, (It came out of my own jaws, I think.) But that's not the main twist of the plot: I'm the one locked up — and the beast is free. So I lay there, waiting for payback. But my prisoner, showing up to meet me, Hiding his claws in his torn little paws, Bared his human core. And didn't lay a finger on the poor guy, Remembering how it hurt him too. He said: "If I have to — I'll do time, But I'm sick and tired of this. After these words something clicked. He added: "That's how it was. No regrets. I know, brother, you don't feel like it… But it has to be… and pulled out a stick. And meekly offering my skin, I glanced at him on the sly… I wake up in my own bed… Smiling sweetly at the heavens… Taking myself apart piece by piece, Every step that the road soaked in, Again and again I run through the lines, Through the notes from Uncle God.