'IT LURKS BENEATH' Child of Hate and Fear The Creature would screech all day If it had its way. It's wild and bitter; It sneers at your Compassion; It pisses on Love. Don't look at its face Lest you want Obscenity Burned into your mind. Growing up, it fed On Envy, and Guilt, and Shame; Generous portions. Its blood is Venom. Its dialect is Disgust. Its touch? Pure poison. It mocks you with glee With its brutal, blood-red eyes; Its sneers violate. When no-one's looking It shits right in front of you. The smell, it lingers. Just don't let it speak. It whispers: "Why not end it?" So subtly toxic. It's famously cruel: It will set fire to your dreams And burn down your house. I'm its long-time slave: It resides under the bed. Its name? Self-Loathing.