Black Book of Poems

The Daughter

A Daughter a father and mother would care, groom, and love hoping that she would become a strong, elegant, and knowledgeable young lady 

   She really was a preciously beautiful child dangerous like a live bullet in a cupcake ready to blow its targets brain

Cooking with her mother was just to sharpen her knife skills learning the perfect way to slice her target with ease know how to glide the blade across the flesh and through the bone 

The fact that her love for hunting with her father was the love of the fear she smelled and thrilling rush of adrenaline that she got from the countless one-shot kills from her perfect am but the hunger for something bigger; It grew for something more than what the animals couldn't bring her

  If only they knew that as she grows that the reason for all their missing pets was her dissecting each one limb from limb learning the poor creator's insides like a personal biology course  

Who knew that her mind could to such dark places a place that  all your nightmares could thrive feeding her soul with more thoughts of killing to lead her to the edge losing her identity to be taken over by something more

That someone could be right next to all your life being  apart of a love that would not break end up being a stranger with her true face hiding in the shadows in the hollows of her soul

To look back on that day and smile at how she was truly free of how she can finally be the monster that she is; cause the rise of demonophobic presents of evil supernatural persona who only exist to roam freely and cause harm

On that day she was no longer a child, not even a person she was a beast that only wanted to kill never sorry for it at all

  Losing all ties was her freedom the salvation she needed to accept  herself for what she was and evaporate the facade to roam the earth as intended 

Lizzie Borden took an  ax  walking through the front door and gave her mother forty whacks and when she saw what she'd done she gave her father forty-one they were strong elegant show her  knowledge that made it into an art and there was no lady standing there no longer a daughter but a self-made orphan create free