The body is devoured by great beasts of insecurity, shame, self-doubt; leaving but a shed skin.  Left to rot of its own self-destruction.  Perhaps self-pity?  Anger ensues and leashes snap, cages crumble, and hideous crawling monsters creep out to wreak havoc and mayhem upon your thoughts.  Twisting and contorting, the most virgin detail turns into a gruesome serpent of mass destruction.  The Beast sets you up for failure with thoughtless coiling and rattling throughout this self-created nest of snakes.  Wending a path of bitter venom and malicious jealousy, you set forth on a path to nowhere but an unhappy trail that leads to forever if not realised.  Bitter ponds of slick, dark poison fill the recesses of your thoughts and overflow, which leaves a bitter taste in your mind as acid drips from your tongue.