In among the stacks of boxes,
Where dark and twisted shapes converge
To hide the mind its toxins lethal;
Here is where fear is observed.

Dust and cobwebs, bits of glass,
Yellowed pages reek of mold,
Rubber seals that smell of gas;
Here is kept the hate of old.

Broken lightbulbs, sticky floor,
Posters curling off the door,
Figments, fragments, nevermore,
All this wretchedness abhor.

Some things are best left forgotten,
Thrown in trash bags, discard piles
Topple, bursting, rent, disgorging,
Recoils the mind as it reviles.

Filth and waste, sling and smear,
Dig the trenches deep and wide,
Even now the pain condenses,
Darkness, hungry, begs a taste.

Hark, footfalls, someone approaches,
In bile-thick darkness cannot see;
Flicks a lightswitch roaches scatter--
Come and see just what's the matter.

Who is this repulsive creature,
Bringing light where darkness dwells?
"HERETIC!" the massless shriek,
groping, clawing, tear the soul.