Black Rail - Primordial Exposure

This is a free-form poem about a wretched creature lost in the sewers. Its origins are unknown, and for some reason it is jealous and detests the humans it sees above.

A swamping entity with curly fingers galloping like a tortured sewer rat,

Disgusting vile beast of Hell, scratching and digging at dirty coffins wanting a harmful jewel

It passes grates, underneath the concrete streets of unsuspecting sheep,

It looks at their feet while slapping and splashing the gooey, grotesque heap,

It hates their boring eyes, glistening eyes is what it liked

It forbore its new form, for it was far from right.

It was born in the absence of light,

and carried down corridors of bartering cellar shadows.

A tongue twister for the dark and twisted, a painful blister on the creature's fingers.

Who gleans its maggots? How must it reclaim it's purity?

Everyday it reeks of dissonance and unproud haste,

It pleads to leave it's damnable face.

You are but a coiling, shy snake,

You fake,

You f*****g fake