A most unusual beast

 
She stared directly at
the beast; she pointed
a finger,and screamed
"You do not exist!"

But,it did..so it hid.
Finding it's home
in shadows,and every
dark and mournful thing.
Feeding itself
on the torments
that night always brings.

Once spotted by trained
eyes,who exclaimed,
"You're sick!"
These professionals
were experts in
every aspect;
highly regarded,
in every respect.
But...
the truth is,they knew
half of it.
They knew only half
of this Hell.

It's image is that of,
many bloody hands,
clutching
many broken hearts;
torn from
many open chests.
Some hands squeeze,
some hands caress.
Lovecraft would've been
impressed with this
void-dwelling image
of Hell,itself.

It only comes out to
scream,and shout.
When dormant,it lives
and dies in a shell.