It Thing Poem by Vision Ghost

It Thing



Can you see that, can you feel it?
It’s right there now, touching you
Wants to hurt you, make you scream
Growling, it’s breathing on you

You can smell the stink of it now
Lying on top of you, as it licks you
And it tastes you with its self
On you, slowly licking your skin

You just can’t move anymore
Unable to cry for help from anyone
Who could save you from this worm?
That’s on you; that’s exploring you

Do your muscles spasm at its touch?
Are your nipples erected from the chill?
I think it wants to be inside you
It wants to enter you slowly somehow

It desires to parasitize you inside
And feed off you until your death
It wants to infect your babies
And leave normality so deformed

It’s kissing your mouth again
It can stroke your testicles
Feeling your anus before inside
The slime of its being nauseates

Desire for you to be so sick
Vomiting, so much vomiting
Before your stomach turns inwards
And normality is a forgotten dream

It’s grunting, it’s a pig of brutality
It’s sniffing you, licking you
It wants to suck off you clumsily
How far can you drain before death?

It wants to kill you so much
Do you now welcome death?
Is so much suffering of this?
To much for the horror of it thing

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Vision Ghost

Vision Ghost

Epsom, East Surrey
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