Disclaimer : I don't own Death Note
Orphanage Alphabet
A is bleeding, screaming, dying,
Final moments are spent crying.
Blood is trickling down the stairs,
White jumper stained but B just stares.
C tells me that she saw it all,
Dancing quietly down the hall.
D also saw how A and B,
Tore and slashed so violently.
They kept quiet until E found A,
About to ask him out to play.
F tried to put the blood back in,
Soft spoken prayers lost in the din.
G fetched the letters, more and more,
Bloody footsteps upon the floor.
I curled up and tried hard to hide,
Holding back tears, no time to cry.
Baby J is too innocent,
To understand that A is spent.
K is too old, no longer here,
But she thought B worthy of fear.
L's not around, away again,
M's fussing like a mother hen.
Rocking small N upon her knee,
Never allowing him to see.
O wont look, and closes her eyes,
The sight of blood is no surprise.
P just laughs, giggling wildly,
Not blind, but refusing to see.
Q hated A, but hates B more,
So obsessed about IQ scores.
R starts running and never stops,
For blood reminds him of gunshots.
S hates the hush, and starts to sing,
Afraid of what silence will bring.
T starts drawing, notebook in hand,
Sat on the floor, too weak to stand.
U bends over, quietly sick,
Violence cuts him to the quick.
V seeks comfort, clutching arms tight,
She'll never sleep again at night.
W fidgets with his hair,
Kept clean with meticulous care.
X takes a pen, inks in her arms,
Tracing patterns and lucky charms.
Y is muttering to himself,
Shock affects his mental health.
Using A's blood Z paints the wall,
A macabre horror in the hall.