The Vengeance Would Not Stop

by Emma   Dec 23, 2004


When I was a baby
At only the age of four
My mum chose to kidnap me
Left me clinging to the door

She pulled me apart with a jerk
My shoulder went in two
I cried and screamed in so much pain
And covered me black and blue

We went into a small flat
With a cold wooden floor
She told me to keep quiet
As my sister was nothing more

She had taken both of us
My sister did not last to the flat
She had dies instantly
After being whacked with a bat

I chose to keep quiet
To scared to cry or move
I knew if I did something wrong
My life would be the next to lose

You see my mum was in trouble
But I did not understand
My dad she had hurt him
With a shiny, heavy saucepan

They were always fighting
Til one day she had enough
My dad took a blow to the head
Their marriage was always rough

Then she chose to run away
My sister, her and me
But that was just not enough
Her vengeance never be

My sister was next to feel the pain
Left lying on the floor
She was not moving an inch
And my sister was nothing more

My mum was gonna hurt me
I could see it in her eyes
I reached out and grabbed a pan
And this is where she lies

I ran out of the flat
To find my sisters body
But there were people all around her
My face was wet and soggy

I cried into a policeman\'s arms
I told him where I had been
I went to my house and the flat
Both my parents were dead at the scenes

So now I am ten
I spent the rest of my time in care
Wishing to hold on to my dad
But finding no one there

I want to be with daddy
And my sister one more time
There is only one simple way
As I finish this sad, bloody rhyme

My decision has been made
With them I soon will be
This page has started to turn a shade
The shade of the deep Red Sea

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  • 19 years ago

    by sarah lutz

    its verry sad but i like it allot!