Poison, by any other name is just as deadly: Poetry

Family Affair

Daddy doesn't listen,

Mommy doesn't care.

My brother thinks it would be better,

If I wasn't there.

I hold a knife in one hand

A matchbox in the other.

I'll make my parent's watch me,

Then I'll kill my brother.

After that I'll burn it down,

All memories with me will drown.

My father stares in horror,

My mother simply glares.

But it makes me happy,

That they know that I'm still there.

My brother looks away.

As I stab him half to death.

Then I strike the match,

To warm my icy breath.

My family is gone.

Blood is on my hands.

I'll jump into the river.

Maybe I will die cleansed.

But I know no peace,

My spirit does not rest.

I was caught up in my selfish thoughts,

Happy, though I knew it not.

For though my family didn't care,

At least they were mostly fair.

But now they're gone, stolen by flames,

Though really it was me, my games.

I was fool enough to play with fire,

And so I earn the title 'liar'.

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I keep changing the last line.