Its slow... SNAP! Something cruel approaches.
This undulating creature that makes her retch,
Its coming closer, beneath its skin: worms and roaches,
Saliva like tar, claws splintered and ready to etch
Your name on blistered floors in gruesome blood,
He'll leave you empty, insides pressed in mud.

Hear it now... that twisted groan.
These crooked corridors are not home.