House of Hell

It was a day fulfilled, the day they died.

My life rearranged from light to darkness.

The devi'ls claws gripped my body,

Held in his grasp tightly, oh so tightly.

I was raised in the light of god.

Oh I had grown so fond of that light,

Filled with joy.

No regret.

No pain.

But he was gone now, cast out,

Forbidden in such a place.

This place I called home.

This place I had left many,

Many times, again

And again but I,

I kept my return.

It was forbidden, what you had done.

Taken innocence over and

Over again but still no fulfillment.

You took more,

Killing precious beings, ones I held dear.

They were my innocence.

They were my own.

You claimed their lives as you did mine.

Timid innocence shattered forever

By the abuse of your power.

My mother did not,

Nor could she,

Protect me.

But you, wicked witch, evil stepmother,

Allowed the wailing of a child so small.

My ruptured cries never heard by

Your ignorance.

My ache for comfort never fulfilled.

You were to go first.

The touch of the axe,

So light, lighter than expected.

It fit so perfectly in my grip.

I heard your hum in the room.

Up the stairs I descended to my fate.

At first you did not hear my approach,

But a creak under my light footing,

It gave away my intent, my mission.

You begged, pleaded but I ignored.

Not until you,

A woman of money and greed asked me

“Where is your love

For thy poor stepmother?

Where is your heart?”

A violent gale radiated within me.

“You jilt me!” I spoke softly.

“My heart so cavernous.

I never knew love! My heart eroded long ago!”

Raising my hand,

My heart felt the frenzy

Of the first blow.

Reprieve, Remit.

Reprieve, Remit.

Reprieve, Remit.

These words I did not know,

But so familiar from Sunday mass.

I ignored thoughts that rushed into my mind,

As the abuser walked inside,

Of our house of hell.

“My sweet.” Your voice sounded of exhaustion.

“Allow me rest!”

Little did you know,

Little did you understand,

My plan was exactly to give you

What you wanted.

As I approached your

Seemingly lifeless body,

Except a small breath in your chest,

My pain, my anguish,

All my life I had tried to forget,

Formulated inside my mind.

You, the man who gave me life,

And who took it away.

Now I would take yours.

Desolate rage overcame me.

You made no sound except a groan.

A hiss of air from your lungs.

Reprieve, Remit.

Reprieve, Remit.

Reprieve, Remit.

Words that escaped me.

I, one who had everything,

Yet had nothing,

Finally understood those words.

Release brought me back

To a reality I could not overcome.

My misery from demoralized nights,

Of restless sleep,

Finally at an end.

It was the laughter,

My laughter,

That brought our Maggie.

“Call the doctor.

Father is dead.”

It was then I knew,

That blind eyes would see through my deed.

I felt no fear, no sorrow.

Only hidden satisfaction.

For veiled secrets shall always remain buried,

In this house of hell,

Where my legend will descend,

Beyond my time.