The Feast Beneath

In the midnight’s void, where shadows choke,

And stars are swallowed, ghostly and broke,

The silence waits—a snarling maw,

Where something watches, something raw.

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A single lamp burns weak and frail,

Its light devoured by a hungry veil.

You feel it crawl from beneath the floor,

An itch, a scrape, that thirsts for more.

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The walls breathe close, damp and slick,

Their weight pressing, thick and sick.

They lean in tight, as if alive,

And what lurks here will not let you survive.

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A laugh low and cracked, a chuckle thin,

From some torn place where horrors spin.

It hums in tones of deadened breath,

A sound that lingers, stinks of death.

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The stairway creaks, a shuddered moan,

As if it carries bone on bone.

You force yourself down each cold step,

Your skin alive, with dread you’ve kept.

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The cellar yawns, a twisted pit,

Where light itself seems to quit.

There, in the dark, lies something fed

By dreams of fear, by bloodshed red.

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The stench crawls up, thick with grime,

Like rotting meat and wasted time.

A shape unfolds—a sallow grin,

With empty holes where eyes had been.

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Its skin hangs loose, a shroud of gray,

Its smile like razors, fanged and frayed.

It moves toward you in hungry shivers,

And every step you take, it slithers.

The walls press in, they sigh, they creak,

You hear the tortured voices leak.

Faces claw from twisted stone,

Their mouths wide, their souls alone.

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They look at you with hollow dread,

The whispers swelling, words unsaid.

They urge you close, they want you near,

For once you’re here, you’re always here.

It lifts its face—a sightless stare,

And beckons you with hands of despair.

Its fingers twisted, rotting, cold,

And still it smiles, its hunger bold.

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Your body shakes, it knows your fear,

The scent of terror draws it near.

You turn to flee, but the path is gone,

The walls consume, they pull, they con.

It drags you back with binding shade,

And whispers soft of deals unmade.

It breathes, “Stay with me, forever mine,

Where shadows writhe and darkness binds.”

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Your voice joins theirs, one endless scream,

A captive soul, a hollow dream.

The cellar’s grip now drags you low,

And in the dark, no light will show.

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Forever trapped in the fetid deep,

Where horrors writhe, and nothing sleeps.

You fade, consumed, your soul a prize—

Just another face with screaming eyes.