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I ascend out of my plot of earth
From a hole in the ground my body dumped
Half eaten by a thousand thousand slimy things
and other crawling horrors of the soil
The shell of my former self
Stumbling over unseen grounds
To rise up as humanity's darkest fear
Greater than the unknown darkness of night,
Worse than the creature in the closet,
A plague on all the world
Led by my ferocious hunger
Existing to eat and little else
All that was known is forgotten
All that was felt, now quite lost
Belief and memory are wind
Never again to know Sol's warm embrace
No longer to enjoy the wind's caress
There is no longer pain
Pleasure long forgotten
All that exists is hunger.
I've returned to feed.
Feed on those who were once like me.
Family and stranger, all the same.
All that I am is the emptiness.