They say pain is creates  art If so my life is art I only exist on pain. A boy created on a red canvas A canvas that is the colour of my eyes For I cry in blood A secretion of what I witness As my fears consume me with such quickness For pain is all I see. The lash marks on my mother's back Remind me of how scary my home is Home, a place where cruelty should sieze to exist Is a place where it never sees the exit. It's presence is overwhelming It's presence is unbareable yet unavoidable. How can I avoid fear when my father is cruelty A manifestation of anguish This must be hell For I gnash my teeth At the sight of him. I call him the boogey man A child's nightmare  For I hope to wake up  And never see him again. My greatest fear is not for me My greatest fear is for the woman who raised me The only one whose hands have shown me love She is an angel A gift from above. But even angels fall Yes,yes they do I saw one get shot in my living room With her last breath the room was thick with gloom I saw the killer's eyes They were filled with outrage and anger For he killed his wife He took a look at me And was shook "James you saw nothing " He said How could I have seen nothing When my everything was shot Shot  before my eyes. I sleep with my eyes open Hoping to see her in my dreams Hoping she haunts me For I do not care If her ghostly presence gives me fear I do not care if I am terrified As long as she is here My mother was the light In this dark place With her gone My home only knows dark days Even the sun shed a tear for me For it knows not even it's light Can destroy the darkness Not the darkness in my home But the darkness in my soul So I pledge to be the darkness The end of joy and happiness The killer of hope and gladness I am misery in it's rawest form A boy damaged and torn They must feel my pain They must weep And not sleep They must become me A mindless, loveless,broken human being.