Disclamier: I dont own anything! Well I think I own a little of this poem...
A/N: Wow. I figured out how to put storys on this site! Now if I could only perfect the format...
Today I found my screwdriver someplace strange,
the yellow screwdriver which used to sit peacefully on my shelf.
Today the screwdriver was red.
Not just any red,
but the thick
black
color of blood.
The same color which covered my hands.
The same color which covered my porch.
The same color which covered my dog.
I found the screwdriver.
In my dogs head.
I shriek with pain,
tears shoot down my face.
I yell.
I scream.
I scream out to that murderer!
I call out to the creep!
In between my weeps and woes I shout,
Ò Who could do such a thing?!!Ó
A voice in my head answers coldly,
Ò I did.Ó
A/N: Wow. I figured out how to put storys on this site! Now if I could only perfect the format...
Today I found my screwdriver someplace strange,
the yellow screwdriver which used to sit peacefully on my shelf.
Today the screwdriver was red.
Not just any red,
but the thick
black
color of blood.
The same color which covered my hands.
The same color which covered my porch.
The same color which covered my dog.
I found the screwdriver.
In my dogs head.
I shriek with pain,
tears shoot down my face.
I yell.
I scream.
I scream out to that murderer!
I call out to the creep!
In between my weeps and woes I shout,
Ò Who could do such a thing?!!Ó
A voice in my head answers coldly,
Ò I did.Ó