Dead in the grassA Poem by AleskoDo not heed the voices
There once was a boy who couldn't cry;
Even as his mommy and daddy died What had the boy been through you ask, to leave his mom and dad dead in the grass I’ll tell you a story about a troubled boy Gazing in the darkness Filled by the cold Voices in his head urging him to see, the demons inside his family A late summer night The end of June A little boy was born, beautiful and shrewd. Between feelings of love and hate he was torn, but there was urges he could not elude. Many were the small ones, that tasted his rage. Children they ran. Lonely; trapped in a cage. At times he resisted, fleeing his mind's vocal game. But the voices was stronger, violently screaming his name. Time went on and emptiness grew, darkness did fill him through and through Whispers that were, are now screams in his mind No sleep, no rest only blood in his sight He woke late at night. Watching the walls; on shadows that moved. He sat himself upright, voices calling; with a worsening mood. They urged him outside: Through the kitchen, a knife he did himself provide. From there out on the porch, where the threat resides. The boy took one step forward, demon turning it's head. The boy stopped out of fear, frozen, longing to bed. The demon grinned and laughed, stood up from his chair. Went up to the boy, kneeled, stroke fingers through his hair. With his knife and the voices guiding his hand The boy stabbed at the demons greasy head. He thrust once more Making sure it was dead The other demon cried Told him to stop, but the boy leapt forward… Blood dripping on cloth The sky is red Reflecting the ground As the sun sets to rest, the boy stares at the mound of his mommy and daddy, whom have gone for a while The voices are silent Only an echo can be heard; of the screams of his mother in the moist summer air † © 2014 Alesko |
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