And then there was black

And night, a scream

Crawling from the darkened, slackened dream



And then there was pain

And fear, a tear

Slipped from the eyes of a lifeless seer



And then there was death

And peace, and joy

Fell from the lips of the scarred little boy



He moved to the wall of the crumbling house

Away from the mother who scream aroused

Laughs from the father, dancing with the knife

Slashing and cutting and scarring the wife

He moved to the table, away from the scene

Away from his mother who pleaded and screamed

For his father to stop, his senses recover

Before it all ended, before it was over

He moved to the bed and crawled under the gloom

All he could see in the nightmarish room

Frantically stepping, tripping, then falling

His mother fell to the floorboards, calling



"Never again will our son see the day!

Your cheating and drunkeness took it away!

Never again will our son see the light

You will plunge his soul into deepest night!

Never again will our son see the sun

Because when I'm gone, you will have begun

The nightmares he'll see, the pain he'll endure

Never again will our son be pure!"



And she screamed out the words as the white knife came down

Into her heart, pinning her to the ground

He moved to the corner; from under the bed

He could see all, knew his mother was dead



"Never again will my son know the truth..."

And then her last words floated soft past the roof



He saw the blood grow, as it came 'cross the floor

Soaked into his jeans, only made the tears pour

Harder and harder from his little eyes

His father laughed to hear his son's cries



"Never again, eh? Foolish old hag

I like you better, now that you can't nag

And scream, and cry, and pull at me so

Simply because our son shouldn't know

That his father's a drunk, a cheater, a cad

So he will love me and call me 'Dad'

His father's a demon, I tell you, sweet wife"

And he kicked her carcass, spurting red life



He moved from the bed, farther in the shadows

His father saw as he moved for the windows

His father smiled as he moved for the door

And picked up the knife from the corpse on the floor

He moved over chairs, ran for the light

But there was nothing, only the night

His father came after, weilding the knife

Still stained from the innocent blood of his wife



"Father," he choked past the tears in his throat

And the murderer stopped and froze as he spoke

And in his eyes, something moved past the haze

Of the alcohol that'd put him in a murderous craze

The knife blade lowered and he looked confused

As his hold on the hilt shifted, then losed

"Father," he whimpered again, saw his chance

In one swift move, now he had the dance

The knife was upraised, pointed at the face

Of the man who had torn up his life and placed

His heart in the blackest reaches of hell

The blade flashed, and the murderer fell



He moved to the wall, out of the way

Of the man who had taken his sunshine away

The man who had stolen, forever, his life

Who had murdered himself, his son, and his wife

And once again blood spread across the floor

But he wanted more, and he needed more

He moved to the knife, stabbed in again

And again, and again, and again, and again

Until the father was nothing but blood

And torn cloth and entrials the color of mud

He moved to the bed, where his mother lay

He cried, though still sane enought to say:



"Never again will he hurt you

I've made sure he won't put you through

Anything like this ever again

Look, Mom, look, I killed him

And I'm happy, look, Mamma, see?

I'm smiling, like you always wanted for me

He's dead, and he's cut, and he's laying like meat

On the floor of our home, and its time to eat

I'll make dinner, you go on sleeping,"

He laughed, even as his eyes went on weeping



He still held the knife, its glow in the dark

The rosy red glow of his parents' mark

Never again would he see the light

And with one last sob, his mind leapt to the night



He moved to the table and sat down smiling

The knife in his hand glinted, still dancing

And then there were three little souls in the room

The last lifeless eyes closed in the gloom

And the red pool of blood slipped down to the floor

And the little boy, smiling, would breathe no more



And then there was black

And night, a scream

Crawling from the darkened, slackened dream



And then there was pain

And fear, a tear

Slipped from the eyes of a lifeless seer



And then there was death

And peace, and joy

Fell from the lips of the dead little boy