Haters

Vermon, little  vipers

Come upon you in an instant;

All at once they try to pounce

With the goal of devastating  every vistage, every ounce.

Creepy, crawling figurines

Travel in the night, stand behind the winding corner just to cause a fright.

Then, to get a vision of that unsuspecting  you

Rounding that corner, they  see that sad, pathetic looking you.

The you, they chose to torment

A sad, debilitating  shrew.

Not contented with their  work, they seek not to

Shierk their task of obliteration.

So jumping; jumping, pounce-they pounce,

Until they trample you and bring you down.

Immovable and saturated in hopelessness...you delve.

And those dirty, little vermon

Overtake  you like an army.

Yes those  vicious, venemous  vipers

Squeeze  until they  feel you're overpowered.

They never seem to give up

...until they feel they've finally squished you.