The Tales Of D.I.E

The Origins Of D.I.E

I always kept it away

This flame in my soul, I always kept it dull.

Like a prisoner chained in a dungeon, I kept my fire locked..

I kept my fire small..

Barred by my conscience, I always did what was far from wrong.

People treated me badly,"you worth nothing." they would say.

I took it all in, till one faithful day.

I break, I set my bad fire free.

I unleashed what was deep within.

The bars were coming down, setting this prisoner free.

My father was a drunk, he never ever cared or showed me love.

Thank God for my mother.

With my old man I started, justified murders.

A knife from the kitchen was all I needed.

My fire ablaze.I feared nothing.

One stab in and I drew the knife out

Another stab in then Blood poured out.

Another. And another. Then another. Pa fell down. Dead.

I felt good. I just killed a man.

A man who deserved nothing not even death.

The voices in my head were louder than ever.

Happy for I had set my fire free.

Happy for doing what they thought was meant to be.

Mother usually cries ,"we have nothing son, look at your brother, young and dying..

We have nothing son, please stop my crying."

I walked into the room Eddie layed.

Asleep, shivering away..

Mother was out, maybe being sexed to bring food on the table.

My hands were red with the blood of my father.

I stood over my brother

I started strangling

I strangled till he shivered no more.

I had ended his suffering,

how I loved my brother.

Hours passed, then mother came.

She met me by the door.

She went in, there she saw

the horrors I had done.

Loud she screamed, as the tears ran from her eyes.

"Now we can live happily, ma" I said

"brother suffers no more and the old man is dead."

"what have you done" was all she said.

She gave me a slap

I fell to the floor.

She ran to the door

but I had closed it.

She was scared of my fire.

Oh what have I done.

I ran to her to calm her down

But she screamed and kicked me in the guts.

I fell down again.

My mother hated me. She was scared of me.

For this I must die.

We will all burn.

My mother and I.

I finally caught her.

"I am not happy for doing this." I said as I dragged her to my room,"I am sorry, ma. I thought this was what you wanted"

I closed the door, the fire started soon.

I watched her burn

With all her hatred for me.

She screamed and cursed

As her flesh splits and bursts.

Tears blurred my eyes.

The smoke choked me and I fell unconscious to the ground.

"what happened? What happened?" I asked when I opened my eyes.

I could not remember.

But there was this smell of smoke and fire.

My Grandma told me that our house had burned.

And that my mother was dead.

Along with father and Ed.

I was saddened.

I cried for days on end.

I lost my memories and my lovely mother.

I cried for days on end.

But grandma gave me my guitar,

which somehow survived this mysterious fire.

My only friend.

Then Grandma told me my name,

Which I had forgotten.

She said my name was Darryl Issachar Edom.