The scars on forearms
Shimmering under the fluorescent lights
Shining bright scarlet
Illuminating white
With each gasp for air
Eyes rolled back
Tormented ecstasy
Insanity is the only safe place
For tongues twisted and forked
Lies on lies on lies on lies on lies
Legos and lincoln logs
Playing jenga through the window
The aftermath of the afternoon
When the monsters come out to dance
To the wailing and screaming
Your voice is their heartbeat
Whispers to gods
Foreign and unknown
They don’t dwell with you
In the hovel of inhumanity
Hold the gospels in your thoughts
Pray for a salvation
The cynical ghosts your only tie to laughter
Where you are, dear child, is nowhere
In the quiet the demons cackle
In the tranquil the liars prowl
In the zen reliving rape and pillage
In the calm the evil crawls
Sweet dreams
Sleep tight
Hope to never see daylight
that one kid over there
-grace