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The Eyes of a Child


Do you remember what it was like to be a child?

Being told that the elders know everything

Never to question what you were told because

Everything they told you was right

“Oh there are no monsters in the closet!”

“The dark isn’t scary!”

“It’s only your imagination”

“That’s just ridiculous!”

 

I see through the eyes of a child

I see the monsters chase after me in school

Outside

Even in my own house!

The monsters that call me weak, worthless, unwanted, useless

The evil beasts that bring me to the ground

Clawing away at my soul all that’s left is a thread of joy

Only to be ripped apart by the deceitful demons I once trusted with my life

These monsters that keep coming

Each wave more ruthless and colder than others

Disguising themselves as my friends and family

And unmasking to reveal the sick twisted ugly faces they were hiding

Destroying the kingdom we built

Dancing on the ruins

While my soul vanishes like footprints during a sandstorm

 

I see the darkness running

Chasing after people every second of every day

I’ve seen it swallow the ones I love without a hint of remorse

Consuming human souls that are struggling and suffering

Until suddenly they’re gone

It’s after me

It wants my soul, my heart, my mind

I run as fast as I can but the darkness catches up

I run in a race that I cannot win

Eventually it creeps up behind me

I can feel it at the back of my neck

It’s coming I can feel it

I can see it I swear it’s there

I’m running out of time

The light is fading

someone come save me

The world is getting hazy

I can’t beat it on my own

I need someone to

help

 

do you see it too?

do you see the monsters?

the darkness?

the evil?

do you see it consume the world just like me?

Maybe we are crazy

Insane

Weird

Psychopathic

Childish idiots

But the darkness will consume you

Just as it did to the others who didn’t believe in me

Who didn’t believe in the eyes of a child.

 
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