Hate me, despise me,
But know that you will never be rid of me.
I am the wretched beast inside your heart.
I am the very weight of your insecurity.
I am the feeling of dread that binds you,
Slithering through shaking veins.
To me you are but a simple host,
And while you suffer, I will grow.
Feeding off the pain that tears you apart.
I'll put into words and call it art.