Faithless Father Poem by amy curran

Ice-cold blood runs through my veins
I see my family’s faces, I see their pains.

Like a dog possessive of its bone
I am that of my family so I killed them alone.

My eyes are the empty gates of hell,
The devil’s green eyes are mines aswell.

In the hall my uncle is limply lying there
To think of what I have done I cannot bear.

His face is bloody and all distorted
I really wish this mess was sorted.

My little girl wrapped up in her duvet tight
She isn’t supposed to look like this tonight.

The knife I use to slit her throat
It doesn’t make me want to gloat.

Her face is covered in blood a vivid red
What am I thinking in my head?


And my five year old poor little boy,
Dead beside his favourite toy.

I try to take my own life
Using only but that very knife.

The razor sharp metal against my skin
Made me shiver from within.

A bitter lemon is my heart
Shooting through me like a dart.

I call the police and confess my crime
Now preparing to do the time.

There is only one person who should have died tonight
That is ME and by far am I right!