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And Then There Was Black
And then there was black
And night, a scream
Crawling from the darkened, slackened dream
And then there was pain
And fear, a tear
Slipped from the eyes of a lifeless seer
And then there was death
And peace, and joy
Fell from the lips of the scarred little boy
He moved to the wall of the crumbling house
Away from the mother who scream aroused
Laughs from the father, dancing with the knife
Slashing and cutting and scarring the wife
He moved to the table, away from the scene
Away from his mother who pleaded and screamed
For his father to stop, his senses recover
Before it all ended, before it was over
He moved to the bed and crawled under the gloom
All he could see in the nightmarish room
Frantically stepping, tripping, then falling
His mother fell to the floorboards, calling
"Never again will our son see the day!
Your cheating and drunkeness took it away!
Never again will our son see the light
You will plunge his soul into deepest night!
Never again will our son see the sun
Because when I'm gone, you will have begun
The nightmares he'll see, the pain he'll endure
Never again will our son be pure!"
And she screamed out the words as the white knife came down
Into her heart, pinning her to the ground
He moved to the corner; from under the bed
He could see all, knew his mother was dead
"Never again will my son know the truth..."
And then her last words floated soft past the roof
He saw the blood grow, as it came 'cross the floor
Soaked into his jeans, only made the tears pour
Harder and harder from his little eyes
His father laughed to hear his son's cries
"Never again, eh? Foolish old hag
I like you better, now that you can't nag
And scream, and cry, and pull at me so
Simply because our son shouldn't know
That his father's a drunk, a cheater, a cad
So he will love me and call me 'Dad'
His father's a demon, I tell you, sweet wife"
And he kicked her carcass, spurting red life
He moved from the bed, farther in the shadows
His father saw as he moved for the windows
His father smiled as he moved for the door
And picked up the knife from the corpse on the floor
He moved over chairs, ran for the light
But there was nothing, only the night
His father came after, weilding the knife
Still stained from the innocent blood of his wife
"Father," he choked past the tears in his throat
And the murderer stopped and froze as he spoke
And in his eyes, something moved past the haze
Of the alcohol that'd put him in a murderous craze
The knife blade lowered and he looked confused
As his hold on the hilt shifted, then losed
"Father," he whimpered again, saw his chance
In one swift move, now he had the dance
The knife was upraised, pointed at the face
Of the man who had torn up his life and placed
His heart in the blackest reaches of hell
The blade flashed, and the murderer fell
He moved to the wall, out of the way
Of the man who had taken his sunshine away
The man who had stolen, forever, his life
Who had murdered himself, his son, and his wife
And once again blood spread across the floor
But he wanted more, and he needed more
He moved to the knife, stabbed in again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Until the father was nothing but blood
And torn cloth and entrials the color of mud
He moved to the bed, where his mother lay
He cried, though still sane enought to say:
"Never again will he hurt you
I've made sure he won't put you through
Anything like this ever again
Look, Mom, look, I killed him
And I'm happy, look, Mamma, see?
I'm smiling, like you always wanted for me
He's dead, and he's cut, and he's laying like meat
On the floor of our home, and its time to eat
I'll make dinner, you go on sleeping,"
He laughed, even as his eyes went on weeping
He still held the knife, its glow in the dark
The rosy red glow of his parents' mark
Never again would he see the light
And with one last sob, his mind leapt to the night
He moved to the table and sat down smiling
The knife in his hand glinted, still dancing
And then there were three little souls in the room
The last lifeless eyes closed in the gloom
And the red pool of blood slipped down to the floor
And the little boy, smiling, would breathe no more
And then there was black
And night, a scream
Crawling from the darkened, slackened dream
And then there was pain
And fear, a tear
Slipped from the eyes of a lifeless seer
And then there was death
And peace, and joy
Fell from the lips of the dead little boy
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