This was originally supposed to be a song. But I changed my mind halfway through the second stanza. Enjoy.
Laughter in the halls.
Footsteps from behind.
Stories of the lost boy
That's cries out at night.
His voice sharp and harsh,
Brown eyes nearly black.
The demon child killed
By a knife to the back.
Though mommy and daddy
Had loved him so dear,
No tender words ever
Eased the feeling of fear.
They tried, yes they tried
Their best to raise him right,
But bad become worse
And they took their sons life.
The senses can be
Such a deceiving thing
Like believing Satan
Cursed your baby.
Mommy, off her meds.
Daddy's straight jacket broke.
Schizophrenia holding
Them both by the throat.
So innocent, so small
He wouldn't hurt a fly,
But he was alway awake.
His instinct was to cry.
'Til that one fateful night
When mommy had enough.
Daddy got blood on his
Sleeves and his cuffs.
They sigh in relief,
'He finally shut up!'
Because his carcass was open
His tongue was cut out.
The worried neighbors found
The baby that way.
The front door stayed shut
For over three days.
The cased closed, it was murder.
Mom and Dad were gone.
The just left a note
Stating what they did wrong.
The was baby was buried.
No funeral, no grief.
You least when you die,
You can catch up on sleep.
Mommy and Daddy
Were never seen again.
No one know what happened
No family, no friends.
The boy's soul stayed
Where he did once lay,
Haunting the room
Where he did once play.
