That Old Carpet (poem)

This old carpet has seen it's days

How the small kids would play

How the days passed away

But it also saw your ways

How you'd plan over that very table

What to others would seem like fables,

Like wish a child makes

You just wished to able

To take it all away

You would spend days

On the lookout for strangers

But missed it

In the summer heat

The one beneath your feet

Cause the import saw it all but never

Minded to tell

And since it never did

I was bound to find my hell

Now you paint me red

And stain me pink

Down my page once ran the ink

Which shed down unto the now bloodstained carpet

On the day I lay

To which you marked it

With a knife

Upon my neck

And laughed

As though it great

And on that date

That damned date

You held my fate

For, there it was

My life painted scarlet

On that very same,

That same old carpet