The smell of rotting flesh accented with a presence of perniciousness.
Eye sockets without an inhabitant are sometimes accompanied by parasites trying to escape.
His teeth are stained with blood and his flesh is painted with the delicious red liquid.
He creeps around at night-Plaguing sweet dreams with eerie scenes of death and the agonized howls of the dead.
He is the very essence of death.
He lurks everywhere-He is in our dreams, our thoughts….
He is a part of us-residing inside me and you.
He is our doubts and our fears.
We scream or cry and he merely laughs
Our hatred and fright feeds him, making him ever so stronger.
We nourish him-We make him immortal.
Can you feel him skulking inside of you?
Can you feel it-Your worst fears-The thing you created?
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