Mama Said it Was AlrightA Poem by TheBubbleManiacAn evil child hides behind a smile...
The young boy
Stood there Staring at the Knife that Lay on the Counter top. He was quite Pleased by how Sharp it was And how Shiny it was. His eyes Shimmered with A gleam of Evil And they were Wide with Insanity. The blood Rushing through his Veins made him Excited! The young boy Took the sharp And dull Knife. He put it Behind his Back and walked Outside where his Mother stood Staring at her Beautiful garden. He put on a White mask with A pointy Orange nose A smile of Sinister evil Crept onto his Face. He grabbed a Delicate red Flower. The color that his Mother would Spill after he was Done with her. The young boy Walked up to his Dear mother And held out the Flower to her. The mother Smiled her shimmering Smile And knelt down. She looked at her Son with Pearly white teeth. "What a Wonderful son I Have." Her voice was Gentle and smooth As the wind. Her black bangs Blew elegantly in the Wind Showing her Kind blue eyes. She folded her Hands together And lay them in Her lap. The young boy Widened his Evil grin. His brown eyes Shown through the Black holes of the mask They were filled with A horrifying look. He gripped his Knife tightly And dropped his Red flower. The knife appeared In front of him. His mother fell Back in fear. She was shocked At what her Innocent boy Held in his hand. He was a Persistent thing Waiting this long For a moment like This. "It's okay Mama." His voice was somewhat Soothing. He raised that Dull knife Drug it down his Mother's soft Arm And ran it Up to her Shoulder. Then he Impaled her Chest And watched As the Crimson color Dripped from her Body. The young boy Now satisfied Turned away from The limp woman And walked off. Leaving his Dull knife Behind...
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Added on November 10, 2015 Last Updated on November 11, 2015 AuthorTheBubbleManiacPolkville, NCAboutAt first, writing really wasn't my thing. But a special friend of mine got me into some really interesting books, which showed me the way into the writing world. From then on writing has always been m.. more..Writing
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