It Sleeps
Wounded is my heart
Tranquil in the dark
Yet brooding with contempt
A querulous thing
A benign evil
A tempestuous creature
Lying deep
Sleeping in the night
Inflamed by day
With vengeful eyes and ruby lips
While dripping with the gore of life
A distraction from this Hell
Embarking on a rampage of fury
It Spites me
With its malignant tumors
Bleeding raw and cold
In the sweaty sulfur light
Tranquil in the dark
Yet brooding with contempt
A querulous thing
A benign evil
A tempestuous creature
Lying deep
Sleeping in the night
Inflamed by day
With vengeful eyes and ruby lips
While dripping with the gore of life
A distraction from this Hell
Embarking on a rampage of fury
It Spites me
With its malignant tumors
Bleeding raw and cold
In the sweaty sulfur light
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