Fear
There are monsters inside
Who see through my eyes
They live off my hair
My guts, their lair
My legs, their tools
Kidneys as stools
Crawling in wait
In puss-abscess hate
Who drown my lungs
With insults slung
Bleeding my blood
In blue vein flood
And drink up the genes
Of a body turned green
Slurping away
Smiling all day
There are monsters alive
My body, their hive
Who keep me in place
With paralyzing haste
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