The Rat

"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

But-

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.

The End

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