In The Other Room
Once upon a time
In a sad and empty time
There was a town, and a street, and a corner
On that corner of the busy street, sits a yellow house
Within there lies a perfect family
A petite house-wife
A tall father
A unique little sister
And a broken older girl
The older one was often left in defeat
Being yelled at for misbehavior
Along with receiving frightening lectures
She was broken using her own tears for demolition
When the house was left in her callus hands she retreated into a shell of comfort.
Only finding pleasure in the most evilest of things;
She found pleasure in the darkness
She found pleasure in the silence
She found pleasure in the full moons glow at midnight
However, on most lonesome days she was left in horror
At the nightmarish hour of 7 o' clock there would be a frightening fight
The older one would stand close to the door with the slightest view
The other room seemed so serene
When then not a minute late, Father raises his voice and call the little one near
The little angel younger one would yell and scream in torment
Father would raise his deep and deadly voice and yell
Mothers tone would become stiff as stone
While little sister argued
The younger one persisted in her fight
When finally the older one would muster the last bit of fighting courage
And calm down the horrid fight
Then she'd run away with a tear streaked face
Why was the other room so scary
Why did it have to be so hard
The older one did question
Her fears so strong
Her will to fight so small
But one night they would watch from the other room
They would see the suffering that they did inflict
They would watch in agony
As crimson red did drip from the oldest ones head to toes
The other room watching had broke her sanity
So now she would seek revenge with ignorance
Using their tears
She would use the other room across the hall
She would use her last bit of fight to pull through
In the end of this sad tale there was no happy end
Instead; there the perfect family stands
Youngest crying
Oldest lying
dead
In a sad and empty time
There was a town, and a street, and a corner
On that corner of the busy street, sits a yellow house
Within there lies a perfect family
A petite house-wife
A tall father
A unique little sister
And a broken older girl
The older one was often left in defeat
Being yelled at for misbehavior
Along with receiving frightening lectures
She was broken using her own tears for demolition
When the house was left in her callus hands she retreated into a shell of comfort.
Only finding pleasure in the most evilest of things;
She found pleasure in the darkness
She found pleasure in the silence
She found pleasure in the full moons glow at midnight
However, on most lonesome days she was left in horror
At the nightmarish hour of 7 o' clock there would be a frightening fight
The older one would stand close to the door with the slightest view
The other room seemed so serene
When then not a minute late, Father raises his voice and call the little one near
The little angel younger one would yell and scream in torment
Father would raise his deep and deadly voice and yell
Mothers tone would become stiff as stone
While little sister argued
The younger one persisted in her fight
When finally the older one would muster the last bit of fighting courage
And calm down the horrid fight
Then she'd run away with a tear streaked face
Why was the other room so scary
Why did it have to be so hard
The older one did question
Her fears so strong
Her will to fight so small
But one night they would watch from the other room
They would see the suffering that they did inflict
They would watch in agony
As crimson red did drip from the oldest ones head to toes
The other room watching had broke her sanity
So now she would seek revenge with ignorance
Using their tears
She would use the other room across the hall
She would use her last bit of fight to pull through
In the end of this sad tale there was no happy end
Instead; there the perfect family stands
Youngest crying
Oldest lying
dead