The Rats
there are rats digging into my skin
you couldn't imagine the pain that im in
claws so sharp, it won't take long
moaning, marbled, mournful song
they're in my eyes and in my ears
they've reached my stomach, all my fears
come flowing out, a rush of blood
and from my mouth, there comes a flood
of words I never couldn't say
of children that could never play
hooks pull apart this suit of pain
release the mess inside my brain
the anger that I never showed
the happiness I never owned
the secrets that were locked inside
the truth I always seemed to hide
the rats they're knawing at my core
like the grief and guilt you saw before
the memories left inside my mind
never could I leave behind
the notes I left inside my heart
in case we ever had to part
so when they rip me to the bone
I left a message at the tone
from the start I must begin
for there are rats digging into my skin
Copyright © Beck Mensoff | Year Posted 2023
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