He came home.

That perfect day.

The sun was shining.

The world was a bloom.

But one small boy,

No – a teenager.

Had gone insane.

On that lovely day.

That night

In the mirror

He looked at himself

His face.

His pale pale

Face.

He couldn't

Stop smiling.

So he cut

His lips

He didn't want

To sleep

So he burned

His eye lids.

Broken

By insanity.

The sinister smile.

It told all.

His mother

Walked in

And asked

"What are you doing?"

The boy,

filled with insanity,

Turned

And said.

"Aren't I beautiful?"

His mother backed up

In shock

In horror

While her son

Her insane son

Wore that

Sinister smile.

"Yes."

She lied

In such a tone

It even makes me shiver.

"You are."

She said she'd get

Dad.

Show him

His beauty.

The boy,

already knowing,

grabbed his knife

and went to their room.

"He's crazy."

His mom said.

Insane.

The parents

Turn around

and saw

their son.

Their

Sinister Smiling

Son.

Their son

Dressed in

His white Jacket

Now doused in blood.

"You lied,

Mommy."

The boy said.

Those were

The last words

Spoken to his

Parents

Until he ripped them

To shreds.

He turned

Going to

The brother.

His brother.

He woke up

To that

Sinister smile.

When his brother,

insane to the core,

said his 3 new

favorite words.

Go

To

Sleep