Presently we lie in the center, unknown to the worlds below and above us,
But under our glory and pride, the unknown watches our daily lives,
When eyes are shut for another dark time, the rats still have their eyes wide open and awake with paranoia behind their scruffy rotting backs,
A soul has no price and has no justice, these words are the final truth,
Exiled, for a life cannot be returned, trapped in the sewer imprisoned till souls fade…
… Return vile rats and come into the candlelight, be my kindle to tend to this fire…
Misery leaks through these soggy pipes, but the stench of hate of even more powerful,
Single candlelight is the only spark pitying the ability to see, that tiny light and that’s all while darkness wallows between cold metal walls,
Molded into the creatures they deserve to become, shoved down into the sewers eternally to spend, was it worth it?
Just beginning to understand the reasons, I wonder why I didn’t before,
Looking back my heart pauses at the sight of death, regretting that final shove away from kindness, flash back!
… Return vile rats and come into the candlelight, be my kindle to tend to this fire…
Feeling sorry for myself gazing up at the stars, from behind these rusted bars, that’s where I want to be but still, just sit,
Hiding in the cracks and corners, some stare and shriek,
They’re eyes are bulged and filling with blood, their eyes are glowing and blind with pain,
Keep watching now and don’t look away, their flesh is tearing as the moon lifts higher,
Bat wings upon this beast, their hearts beat faster and faster with every inhale and exhale they steal…
… Return vile rats and come into the candlelight, be my kindle to tend to this fire…
Fanged ones that see through blood drops, do you see in that corner?
There he sits curled up against the wall with his head in bloody knees,
Little boy of eternal youth, you stay our ruler, our master, our punishment, my deservance,
Stabbing bravery with cruel jest, you give fear a new name,
Beneath those glowering eyes a grin of torturous despair, how many times shall this lesson be learned?
… Return vile rats and come into the candlelight, be my kindle to tend to this fire…
Crush one with your fist against the concrete floor, bite off its head and start again,
Snap them into halves, break their necks, and spill their blood to drink in royalty,
Frail are their souls now to feed the beast, gushing between his lips as he chews,
Slurp up those naked tails, listen and feel the crunching and scratching of bones against your teeth,
Scrambling to their feet, just to get away from a cruel hand…
… Return vile rats and come into the candlelight, be my kindle to tend to this fire…
Midnight bell tower sounds it’s somber clanging over city streets, but underground that hollow echo is life itself,
A rose has fallen through sewer gates, kindly spread out beneath shadowy moonlight,
A creature cautiously tiptoes up to it with a whimper of prayer,
Sniffing its open red petals treating it like an angel, beginning to cry softly as blood leaves its eyes,
The last of all things sweet is dying and soon the rest will be alone, watching it’s soft petals crumple into brown wrinkles over time…
… Don’t be afraid… I’m here…
-SW~
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