A House For The Rat

Wounds of the past
are bleeding in my heart.
In my house for the rat
desperately howls the dog.

Sick wicked monsters
are tearing me apart.
In my house for the rat
I cry lost in bloody fog.

In my house for the rat
rove dead children in the bright light.
There poor little sad Mathilda
tries to break the wall with head.

In my house for the rat
blood spills on my face from forehead.
When you raped my little childhood
I was wishing to be dead.

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