...
It's a monster, isn't it?
seething, just below the skin.
Screaming to be seen
To tear you limb from limb.
It sees all that you see
like a worm it grows and grows.
It latches to your spinal cord
And in your mind, it knows.
It hides its face from others
But uses your eyes to see.
It lurks in all dark corners
Waiting in reverie.
It watches every movement
It spots those hidden hooks
It takes its cues from the fire
and little unseen looks.
A taste of blood and metal
A flick of careless hands.
It knows your every weakness
And it completely understands.
It soothes to sleep so gentle
Like a lion in the dark
It drowns your every sorrow
As