"Child Turned Whore"

It hides within shadows,
behind eyes,
venomous bile it spits,
into the mouths of all who notice.
Secret infatuations of lustful discontent,
it buries all hope in lies and disease.

Its flesh grown tattered from years of abused neglect.
It speaks in tongues that are understood by none.
It is master of its own head believing its own untruths.
Desperate in its search it vanishes before its tasted its goal.

It is no mystic creature of demon, dragon, nor serpent.
It looks in mirrors yet never sees, it talks but never listens.

This man shaped creature lurks,
watching, waiting.
Never humbled, never awake,
it sleepwalks throughout its poisoned life.

Pain becomes its inner most belief as it suffers.
It seeks vengeance for wrongs, never committed.
It is a scavenger of love, its heart melts for every woman.

It is vermin, it is pest.

Its traits are more that of insect than that of the higher order of animal.
It is man no more,
but instead has become a child turned whore.