Nip at the core,

bloody mess inside this soul;

Don't ye imagine the eluded monster hiding well behind these white walls foam –

for there are many; which call mine home;

See not what thou will relent to fathom: as induced for what's misconstrued as only evil,

With thy life being not any less lethal –

when mine emotional battles interject yet another horrid round by retching needle;

as so thy may enthrall one conceptual belief below spearing steeple.