The Beast of my Past

I have walked this earth for years now
Loking for many things, trying to answer my inner self
I have had questions both logical and illogical
Both my own and others, trying to find an answer
And my quest has gone well, many things have been found
But many of my desires still burns, in a hunt for answers
Deep down in my broken chest, a cold but still burning shard
A relic from what once was a pounding heart of passion
And within this shard lies the force of a sun
Burning everything dearing to come too close and take it to the open
Now chained and buried in the mausoleum of my hate to them
A hatred running thick and deep, creating a new world
A world, where I am in charge, not the beast of my past.