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by KDC
Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #1231364
In the mind of a child who has seen abuse
God Speaks to Rats

I hate everyone and I trust no one.
I feel nothing and see everything.
Deception is truth.
Truth is made up in lies.
Look closer, peer through the key hole.
I’ll rip out your eyes.
Inside me is madness, death all around.
Do you still hate me?
Transition is bliss.
Permanence, like Death is only shadows.
I cannot make anyone proud.
Why should I try?
Why do they lie?
God is for losers.
Death is for heroes.
I line my walls in fairytales.
Graphic Novels tell the rest.
Under these paper thin mats I hide.
I hear him hitting her. 
Should I cry?
Should I run?
Will I die?
Fate is what is made of it.
Given no choice or the smell of “whim”.
Fear runs through me, and Fear my only friend.
God speaks to rats.
My mask to the world.
My face only to the dark.
Eyes are the window to the soul…

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