A Playpen for Death

Brought up by disgrace he lives,
Never loved from birth,
Always reminded with guilt of his existence,
Staying behind closed doors doing the unexpected,
Silently damaging what was blessed upon him,
The screams of family members crowds his mind,
Sounds with distinction erodes just behind the walls of his room,

He sits in the mist of the floor,
Seeing shadows pacing back and forth just beneath…where the door was cracked,
For his room had death written over with invisible ink,
Heart beating, pounding far beyond control,
Hands shaking violently,
Rocking himself at ease only to find no worth,
Placing his head between folded arms,

More echoing screams but this time out of torture,
One by one He painfully heard them,
Voices unfamiliar traveled through each room of the house,
The spraying of sprinkled blood awakened fear within him,
Still sitting feeling disjointed,
Moving was his last option,
Waiting,

Looking around dissecting what to do,
He arises,
Faintly walking towards the door and opens…
Only to see splattered blood as though it had been a painting,
Darkening the walls smothering all that was white,
On the trashed floor lye bodies of what use to be his so called family,
Moving about he sees the lost emotions that were left,

Standing over the remains of his torn mother,
Staring face to face with the defiled,
An unthinkable sensation fumed the house,
He continues pressing forward,
Stepping over figured pieces of parts which escaped the nonliving,
Noticing shackles round about what was left of their ankles,

Overwhelmed by disgust from the scene,
Looking like a post card from hell,
Stumbling as he ran for the door,
That wore an engraved number,
Turning once more before leaving,
Eyes drowned halfheartedly,

Falling onto the paved street where his house dwelt,
Feeling alone once more by the death which was always dead in the beginning,
Their wish fulfilled wanting to end his presence by having it snatched away from their own selves,
Not knowing his new way,
Wandering aimlessly… seeking, but what for?
For his house was A Playpen for Death…