Liojen

It takes in breath Yet the heart does not beat It reaches out Yet its hand does not feel It speaks of anger and torture Yet it has no tongue Its soul is a decreped thing Rotting in the hidden places Of your mind. It feeds off of negativity That is always there to find It eats away your heart So that it might live Forever there, Forever feeding Off your insecurities It is the Beast of Fault, The Beast of Hate, And the Beast of Loathing Taking its careful time to Break away happiness and hope It is always there, always waiting For a time to kill its prey To slowly tear it apart Until it is torn of its skin Naked and col