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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