Neuroshoggoth You let her in

You want the truth?
Here come the answers—ugly, bitter, burning as they land
Don’t act surprised, you built this tombstone with your quiet hands
War didn’t kick down your door—
She crept in on tiptoe, bare feet on your kitchen tiles
Shared your meal, watched your TV, tucked your child in with a crooked smile
You smelled the rot, felt her shadow, squirmed in your golden rooms
But you looked away—let her curl up beside your comfort and perfume

She whispered in your bathroom
She grinned inside your fridge
You just clenched your teeth and lived
Surviving her with numb routines

You let her in, you let her stay
You called it “not your war” and turned your face away
You let her draw her twisted signs
In blood and ash across your perfect life
Now the walls cave in, now the stench won’t fade
All these years with her—you made your cage
Scream now, but all your silence led to this
This war is yours, you let her in

Blood on the curtains, smoke in your lungs—
You wrinkled your nose, booked flights and prayed for sun
Odessa burned, but you just shook your head
Grieved for a minute, filled your glass, crawled back in bed
The war grew bolder, crashed your world
Smeared its filth on every wall
You closed your eyes, you swallowed lies
Pretended you were still untouched by it all

You cursed the news in whispered tones
You screamed at leaders in your mind
But quiet monsters grow at home
While apathy turns hope blind

You let her in, you let her stay
You called it “not your war”—just hoped she’d go away
You let her paint the swastikas
In blood-red on your innocent facade
Now your doors are blown, your safe space dead
Water’s gone, lights out, Egypt trip unsaid
Cry out, but it’s too late for this
This war is yours, you let her in

Eight years, you did nothing
The screens were bright, the fridge was full
You let her mock you from the walls
You let her laugh inside your skull
Every protest in your kitchen
No one heard above your shame
You dressed your wounds in silence
And now you choke on her name

Not your war? Read the blood on your floors
Not your fault? See her grinning at your locked front door
Scream now, rage now—
You let her in, you let her in, you let her in...