My Worst Memory

ok yeah I know, it's taken me forever
but yeah sorry It's spring break and i've been busy

A dark room
And a flash of light;
Thunder claps
In the distance.
The emptiness of the room
Cries out in pain.
A little boy
Weeps in the corner,
Hands dyed red,
Hands to match the walls
Now covered in a brilliant
Display of crimson paint.
Again the thunder sounds
Still the boy weeps
Again lightning flashes;
A blade lies near,
Drenched in blood,
Save the handle.
Another roar of thunder,
Another explosion of light;
A corpse on the floor:
An eternal scream
Etched into its face.
Once more
The thunder claps
And once more
The lightning flashes;
And the boy smiles.



ps...i kno i havent added anything in a long time, but i've been drawing i promise...but my scanner killed over...nut im tryin to fix it