• One day I walked home from school,

    Something wasn't right.

    My door was open,

    and inside, I found a terrible sight.

    The vase was knocked over,

    the clear glass stained red,

    was there a murder!?

    My heart filled with dread.

    I ran to the kitchen,

    my mother bleeding bad,

    "Mom, who did this to you!?" I asked, tears flowing out.

    Then I realized the horible truth, when she said, " Run away from dad."

    Grabbing a knife and the dog,

    I zoomed twards the door,

    ran outside, in the horrible fog.

    The following year,

    the visions danced in my head,

    My dad murdered her! No use staying here.

    His evil laugh, his dirty, greasy hair.

    I killed him soom after, his body still lies there.

    What do I do now? Well I do my lifelong dream of being able to ajust,

    Being a murderer, licking blood of the knife.

    You can be just like me! That is if you have trust