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He was blinded by hands with blacked out eyes
He had never had an easy life, that Boy. Everywhere He turned His sight was shrouded in darkness, whether it be the over protection of His parents or the false truths that painted every surface, unable to trust any word written or any image shown.
With a painted on smile that spat out chewed up lies
When asked if He was okay, He smiled brightly and reassured them that he was alright. Liars, they were, faking concern and worry as they overlooked the true horror of the world, and with every lie that slipped from His lips, He too was becoming one of them.
He had torn up ears that rang with a siren's wale
The noise was deafening, His own screams rang upon closed ears, He could not even hear the groans and whimpers that escaped Him as pain rushed through his body. He could no longer hear the sounds of bones snapping, or flesh breaking.
And crumpled up limbs that grew cold and pale
They had left Him there, His own body disfigured. He didn't know what He had done to deserve this, but the world was full of liars and criminals, so perhaps there was no reason. His body laid beaten and broken in the dirt as the darkness began to swallow him, but just like the lies that bottled up inside, daring to consume Him, He allowed it to happen, and soon He was no longer Him.