Thoughts prowling the dark places of the mind and heart
Hideous creatures barely contained behind gates with many locks
Fear, love, cold calculation, all not quite enough
Raging, growling, snarling, smashing against the bars!
They must be controlled, lest they break free to rend and kill and destroy.

I am the keeper, slave, and master.
I love them, loathe them, and always feed them.
I am the food that sustains them.
What will be the end when no strength is left to hold the locks?