The Girl in the Mirror

It’s staring back at me

my broken mirror

lost in the corners

it stares mocking me

laughing, swearing , jeering, sneering

who is that little girl

blood in her hands

staring back at me

would death come by

through broken glass?

she looks around and laughs

no one saw her

as she dragged the knife

and killed

it’s cold now

the knife

the blood has dried

and she’s laughing…

they would never know

for they would cry

for the little girl

whom he hurt and hurt bad

they would cry

at the twisted story

the blood all around

and the gruesome mystery

at length it would come

my sin

it would come back to me

and I would boast of the life I had

and laugh about the day I killed my dad.

Darkness Descends

As the darkness descends
the moon brings
a chill down my tender spine
My daddy left the room
and now I can hear voices outside
If i shiver i might be dead
for he would find me
under my bed
so I stay
and try not to shout
even after hearing my mother scream
I close my eyes and open again
wishing this were but a dream!!!
as the silence comes closer
i can hear the dragging of his feet
moments go by
and my tears blinding my sight
and then out of nowhere
my door is smashed by sheer might!!!
I can see his bloody feet on th floor
I try not to breath for he might hear
I can see his hand with my mother’s head…
and then darkness descends…

As the darkness descends

the moon brings

a chill down my tender spine

My daddy left the room

and now I can hear voices outside

If i shiver i might be dead

for he would find me

under my bed

so I stay

and try not to shout

even after hearing my mother scream

I close my eyes and open again

wishing this were but a dream!!!

as the silence comes closer

i can hear the dragging of his feet

moments go by

and my tears blinding my sight

and then out of nowhere

my door is smashed by sheer might!!!

I can see his bloody feet on th floor

I try not to breath for he might hear

I can see his hand with my mother’s head…

and then darkness descends…