Dark sarcasm and louder noises are in play,
Shrieks and cries cannot scare them away.
I wash the stain till my skin peels away.
Grovelling in the most squalid onslaught,
Smothered in snot and skin made taut.
Amidst their anger and hatred I'm caught.
If you go looking for something,
You will probably find it in nothing,
As easy as it is to find a plaything.
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