in the walls of the house
under the porch.

made by a monster, it seems.

i can hear them crawling.
i hear them when i am asleep, i see them in my dreams.

their eight black boots and nine steel eyes
they torture what they fear, just as i do.

they smell my sin but have no noses.
God or devil sent i do not know.

they crawl they stare

Them and God know something I don't.