Call the Police

This is one of my more creepily toned, atmospheric poems. I like the way the presentation came across.

Call the Police

 

Look at me, child

 

Mommy will always be there

I'll watch you when you smile

I'll wipe the blood from your hair

Killing other people is just plain wrong

You know I raised you to be so strong

 

Look at me, child!

 

Let the feelings flow

Emotions ebb and tide

Don't let these people know

How much you hurt inside

Please let me hold you now

I won't listen if you say how

 

Look at this room...

 

All covered in blood and spit

And buried in denial

I'll wait for you a bit

Better make that for a while

Daddy will be around when Mom is tired

Hanging like a puppet so skillfully wired

 

What have you done now?