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I was ten, my own useless nothing
No money, no food, no toys as a child could I bring!
My only possession was my little, harmless brother
His eyes so blue reminded me of mother.....

A dark storm had struck, long ago that eve
I still remember the words "Sorry there is nothing we can retrieve.."
The house lay in ruins, mixed with stone and rocks
I cried, he cried, and I gently brushed his blonde locks!

Mum-dad lay somewhere, down-below the scattered lawn,
Oh! I still remember how they pushed us, out-safe that stormy dawn!
No one left to love-cherish, no one to simply care,
No one to pass a smile, to feel what we bear!

I had sworn that dreary night
I would be his dad and mother...
A light made my world bright,
My brother, Oh! My brother.

It did not take me long to get,
That world was thirsty for tears,
Not those of joy, of laughs or smiles
But those of your darkest fears!

The forces took us into custody
Aunt Anne owned us then
Dark, small, abode of dust
Our new room was more of a den!

But as long as she loved us
Or rather did pretend
I thought I wont make a fuss
But the trouble for my little one had to end!

I made the fire, did the dishes
Cooked the food and fed the fishes
I cleaned the bathroom and all of the mess
I adjusted, but she made me suffer- an year with only one dress!

She would scare John, my lil- snow
Made him stay up for late
No school, no games
She scraped my teddy's fate!

I knew this had to stop,
I felt the need to do..
Then an idea struck
And my eyes shone their brightest blue!

It was the same night, same storm
I dreamt of how our world had torn
A knife in my hand, I headed to the lawn,
I had to do that just for my John!

The clouds growled, the winds dwelled...
My mistress yawned, my way led!

I screwed the knife through her waist,
Twisting it for end of the wild
She turned behind, in quite a haste
I drew back, her smile was mild!

She bowed down, to my surprise
A feel of shame, did sure arise
This one thing- future did I dread
I took my brother and far I fled!

They still look for the killer
Me, it was! Oh such a thriller.
Guilt still feeds on all parts of me
But my angel sets me free!

This was MY story to mourn
I swear I could have sworn
There will, sure be one bright night,
When I will bring this crime of mine in his sight....
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