the reason i will never read 106's article is because the fucking picture freaks me out
Grigori Small, who crawls on the walls
to tear out your liver, or snatch out your balls,
has been waiting with glee for your safegaurds to fall;
you can hardly contain him at all.
There's a shuddering terror these words can't denote
in the feeling of fingernails twitch on your throat,
or a laugh from the ceiling; why doesn't he fall…?
You can hardly contain him at all.
As you gaze at the sickening smile on his face
you can feel the room chill, and your heart picks up pace,
and he loves as he grabs you to feel the flesh crawl.
You can hardly contain him at all.
He was found in a mine, from the rafters he hung,
where he'd grown black of mind as he grew black of lung.
Tried to kill himself quick, once he'd eaten them all.
You can hardly contain him at all.
So he hung there for years in the dark and the coal,
but the chittering something replacing his soul
wouldn't die, and he waited till we came to call.
You can hardly contain him at all.
Now he hangs in his cell like a spider. We flies
run in shock when he hops down to gnaw at our eyes.
Ha! Contain him? He'll wait for our safegaurds to fall…
You can hardly contain him at all.

Shit, that's gotta be unnerving.
Kinda reminiscent of this dude, if you squint.
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