Drops on the glass

Drops on the glass
by soulxeaterxfangirl


Every day I walk down the same street,
Always looking for people to meet,
Smiles and joy is All I know,
But now it seems fate will show.

Foolish then Foolish now,
Only then was I asked to bow,
For I had went home ,Where I thought it was safe.

As I walked in the door,
I saw my mother's corpse on the floor,
drenched in blood, shot in the head.

Same for my sister,
Who looked asleep in her bed.
I walk to the window to look around,
when just then I heard a sound.

My father coming to me now,
a loving smile, stained with sin.

He got on one knee and asked me,
"Do you believe in god?"
Before I could answer,
He pulled out his gun,
cocking it back like I knew he would.

Asking one more time ,
while sticking a gun to my head,
looking up to the father i knew as mine.
I smiled and flatly said "No"

So just then like my mother and sister.
My blood became just drops on the glass.