Crawling Inside

Vicious,
Long-legged crawlers,
Clawing like icy dagger-fingers
at my mind.
Skittering, scuttling, dark,
Whispering, wheedling, wicked.
Speak holes inside me.
Break them,
Crush them,
Stamp on them,
They return a thousand-fold.
Dark things, evil things, dead things,
Visions of death and hate,
tired broken thing falls down,
Empty shell devoid of life,
Eaten away from within,
By the crawling things inside.