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Author: aciidique
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Horror - Published: 03-01-03 - Updated: 03-01-03 - id:1247309
Psychotic happiness

What goes in the mind of a child late at night? Does he have fear inside him? Oh the cannibalistic features he possesses when he is afraid. Biting, chewing and grinding then swallowing. The parent will scold the child in the morning for having bloodied hands. But is it not their words that put fear into them? Making him afraid of the night and wet his bed. They scold him for wetting it or just say words to him. They do not mean comfort or joy. all it meant was shame.

What if the child goes sour? No they wouldn't think of that. Lucky are the ones who had fought this fear, but they are cowards. Hiding in their fear and being like their parents. What about the insane and the weird? Well they got the choice of being naughty.

Then these things eat him. Mommy and daddy telling him to be a good boy Telling him that he belongs in a dense world of immature kids hiding. Light can stop you know. He knows it and I know it. What if the light stops would we use these things to help us? Would we cook up crazy ideas that it isn't possible to come true, like world peace?

Then he thinks And he waits for an answer in that bed of his Waiting in the night for these surreal creatures his parents tell him. He had been a very bad boy He had been a very naughty boy. So he is sent to bed and he is made to cry.

Poor little boy. Then he walks up to his mommy And he hugs her She feels sorry for him. But does he feel it too? Oh yes he does feel pity for them, after what he's going to do.

He lashes her twenty-one times And daddy found out he gives him a hundred. Good little boy, he tells himself. I am a good little boy I shall go to bed and sleep.

Indeed you are my. darling I am very proud.



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