Not Named

[stormroses]

Note:
This poem will probably not be all that great...but darnnit, enjoy it anyways...and then you can yell at me for it being not great!!! KK? ;D

Fire burning (a mansion) in the background,
Chaos raging in the foreground,
A painting of my life,
Cruel and painful (hurtful),
Mother screaming,
Baby crying,
And brother dear, slowly dying,

Then the father comes on the scene,
Knife in hand,
He used to be, oh so grand,
Now,
Determined to end the horrible cries,
Their endless screaming
The sharp knife he holds,
Is dangerously gleaming

He carves out innocence
He rips out love
Viciously, he ends the lives
Of those,
He once loved...

[rachi]

That's pretty cool. I love this line:

"Then the father comes on the scene,
Knife in hand,
He used to be, oh so grand"

[lock]

I like your poem... Its inspiring. I see the whole concept and story line behind it.

[maybemisery]

I like it