This is the last note
To a boy's beloved father
On a rainy dark night
When all the sadness gather
This is the last note
That his father will see ever
From the lil boy
Oliver Vindever...
Blood Smeared Letter Reads:
"Dear Father
How have you been
Is everything good?
How've you been living?
I've doing my best
To make you proud
But the neighborhood here
Can get so loud..
But enough about that
Let's talk about you dad
I heard you remarried
To a nice woman, I'm glad
Mother would be happy
To see you moving on
She left a long time huh
6 years..dead and gone..
But enough sad tales
I'm just writing to say
I wish you the best
Happy birthday"
The blood Smeared Letter Ends
And so does the boy's life
As he lays there dead
Death by a little rusty knife
His wrists wide open
The blood running free
And written in his blood
"Happy birthday, 53
Poor little boy
Never recovering from her death
So six years later
After his mother...he left....
YOU ARE READING
DARKNESS WITHOUT THE BURDEN OF LIGHT
PoésieThe echoing words of madness from souls who once possessed something called "Love". Please Vote And Comment. I'll upload more if the views and comments are well, just want to see if people are actually liking my poems. Thanks Bunches =^)
