The Story Of My Life

Let me tell you of a story,

A story of pain and torture,

I warn you it may get quite gory,

But believe me there is no cure.

You see, it all started when I was nine,

First my brother was hospitalized,

By someone with the same blood as mine,

No it was not me, as I was paralysed,

Paralysed with fear, fear of my father,

As it was him who tortured my siblings,

He would attack us, me and my brother.

Despite what we wished, there was no endings.

No end to the torture that came.

My brother escaped, he was saved,

Yet, I stayed with all the same-

The same pain, torture, I was enslaved.

Years passed, scars built up,

I was trapped in the darkness,

With no hope, no backup.

I was trapped in the sadness,

The sadness that followed the pain,

Eventually they saw it for what it was,

That’s when I was saved, yet I was still slain,

But they never saw the cause;

The cause of my sorrow,

The cause of my tears,

The cause of no tomorrow,

The cause of my fears.

Years passed, memories never faded,

The pain, the sadness still followed,

My life, my mind degraded,

And my soul wallowed.

Still I cry every night,

Knowing that somewhere,

He lives, he speaks in spite.

But with vengeance on my mind, beware.

 

 

As I start to plan his demise,

The voices speak to me in vain,

While I stare bleakly at the sunrise,

I plan away, remembering the pain-

The pain that he caused,

I will have my revenge.

The voices, they paused.

My siblings, I will avenge.

With a grin on my face,

I carry out my plan,

In this dark, forsaken place.

I wait, for the retched man.

I smirk, as I see him approach,

I come from behind, knocking him out.

Today is the day of my reproach.

I drag him away, to my chamber,

As he gains consciousness, I howl,

I let him see the bellowing anger,

That I have towards him, then I growl.

With him tied down, I start,

I start my vengeance, my torture

If only my brother could take part,

But for him there is no cure.

I continue, cutting fathers ankles,

Then I let him free, free to go.

But as he stands, he collapses,

I laugh, ‘’you thought that was it, no’’

I grab him throwing him towards the ashes.

I smirk, as I think ‘’this is just the beginning’’

What he has to face is the pain that I felt,

And with that there is no winning.

I start whipping him with my belt.

Father, today is the day you die,

And with your death I will be free,

Well that’s what I thought, yet I cry,

Knowing that despite all this I’m still me.

I continue to torture him as he did to us,

With a fury I cut, I scream as he bleeds.

With that I laugh knowing I’m a genius,

A genius of torture, with what leads.

I grab him, hanging him by the legs.

I flail him, skinning him alive.

‘’stop, I acknowledge my mistake’’ he begs.

But I continue, with intend to survive.

My father screams and squeals,

As I finish him off with a swift slice.

His body limp, as I click my heels;

In happiness, but at a price.

I sit in his blood, knowing what will follow,

Yet I stay, just for the pride.

My life, my mind, my soul all hollow.

I stand, putting my father’s body aside.

The voices started screaming at me,

They shouted, they cried, as I did.

I took my revenge, how could this be,

Yet it lingered, my inner kid.

Still in pain, still crying.

So I decided it’s my time.

I cut deeply so that I’m dying.

I lay there looking at my crime.

Suddenly, I hear my name,

Slowly I gain consciousness,

It was all but a dream, for shame.

But the pain, the fear it’s bottomless.

I sit up in bed, I cry,

Wishing that I could just die.