remember the shock
horrid abuse
young son or daughter suffered
warm autumn unknown to yourself
shed door lay open
Faint woeful screams wail
something dirty awaits in the darkness
convincing itself of healthy evil
the paint flecked and peeling
Like the old computer teacher
she gazed too long
fantasy too expensive in reality
Sarcastic smirks across faces
guilty yet unashamed
For they participated
never expecting to recieve
unbeknownst waiting for their day
of abuse in the dark
by some whim of a fiend
like the scar of an early ween
Believing it will never come
yet it is already gleaming
in a new bully's eyes
clenched teeth and hard fists
then your eyes meet mine
accusingly
As if hell's geography was foreign
as if demon's had never contacted me
their language scribbled across your skin lad
you the young man with some magic hat
that cannot protect you from a chaotic world
that hungers for victims like sugar and cocaine
whose only release is the pain in others
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