"Kill me then
I'm always going to be
Alive in those corners of your mind
That I feel most familiar with
Immortal in your eyes
You know that well enough
You've tried before
That's all that really matters
You know that you can't destroy me
I am an idea
I am your only truth"
The rat stood on it's hind legs and grinned maliciously, it's thick tail swishing back and forth, sweeping the empty floor. The King of Trash froze, a dozen rats limp in his bony hands. Black blood oozed onto his bare feet.
"I could tell you about the times
That you hated
That you were hated
We both know that's a long story
I could hold a knife to your past's throat
Skim the metal blade on it's pathetic skin
Let you watch as I press it against the wall
I can make the darkest dreams
But they can't be destroyed
And neither can I
Neither can I"
With that, the rat scuttled off into the darkness of the ever-winding corridors, a squeak bouncing off the chandeliers as the king crumpled onto the sticky puddle of blood- robes and layers of velvet consuming him. It was back.