In the place you call home, where you are safe and sound
It lurks in the depths and it feeds on what you hide
What you've pushed down deep beneath yourself
It's ravenous hunger is not satisfied
It feeds constantly on the supply you give it
You fed it and so you cannot complain
It's eternal existence is horrifying
Please make it go away
But you feed it
There you go, I attempted poetry only to sound disgusting.
I have no idea what any of that means at all.
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