In The Darkest Corner

The air is growing thicker
with putrid intoxication
    ominous of the unseen visages coming alive
And here I lie awake
  in the darkest corner of this cave
    as festering maggots try to crawl into my eye
 
But I am
  more distraught and worried
    about the abomination that comes ahead
Born of wrath and rage
   like bastard pulsing afterbirth
    immersed in a rabid viscera bled and bred
 
I hear it faintly
  like gurgling needles from a jar
    regurgitating icy slivers and bloody shards  
it’s slowly approaching
  with dragging footsteps
     like emaciated dark figures without jaws
 
I can feel it
  like painful cloacal exstrophy
    seeping slowly from a hundred holes
I can sense it
  watching without eyelids
    hovering like dismembered pulsing souls