The Madhouse Demons

The Madhouse Demons...
The Madhouse Demons came for him,
Trapped in the corner,
He tried to break free,
They came closer,

With their smelly breath,
And ugly smile,
And slimy hands,
He cowered in fear.

His eyes pleading mercy, mercy,
His screams shook the walls,
Their response was low and cold.

"It's too late little one,"
There was nothing he could do,
He said no,
They heard it yes.

He begged them to stop,
They didn't stop,
They just didn't stop.
Published: 5/10/2017
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