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Timmy

When Timmy was a little boy his parents told him lies
How the world was bad and sick and sad and they all deserve to die
So many lies a sickness began to thrive inside his mind
Once he had an older brother but now his brothers dead
His brother was playing in the street, the car that killed him fled
Coz Mr. Monopoly moneybags was talking to his friend
He was too rich too watch the road he didn't give a shit
And of his brains what remain are stains, it crushed his brothers head


The driver didn't even stop when he saw what he did
Just slowed his car to see the corpse like he was innocent
But Timmy saw the drivers face with its golden glasses lens
The law may never find him but Timmy won’t forget
The car, the scene, the driver, a scream an older brother dead


They couldn't afford a funeral
They didn't know what to do
Their son would begin to rot as well
They were running out of food
The corpse was in the basement now
Their son they would consume
As long as Timmy never knew the truth
 
When Timmy was an older boy a man came to his door
He claimed he came to save them in the name of the lord
But Timmys dad was mad that someone would interrupt his chores
To get even dad invited him in he wanted to hear more
If only the man had know what was in store


And daddy thought he was alone
That Timmy was in school
But Timmy never left the house
He was hidden in his room
A horrible bloodcurdling scream
The man had met his doom
His mother made it for dinner
They told him they bought fresh food
They called it beef but Timmy knew the truth


A teenager now and Timmy felt that something inside him changed
Whenever he thought of the girls in school it was in a different way
He tried to ask his father but a beating was all dad gave
“There is no love!”his father screamed as he beat Timmy with a cane
And as the blows fell upon Timmys sad and tortured frame
His father said,over and over again “There’s only hate and pain”
Now Timmy is sure his parents are to blame and can't be saved
And that it is his duty to put them in their rightful place
To torture them as they did him he’d put them in their graves


When mom and dad were sleeping Timmy crept up beside their bed
And with a broken bottle he impaled his fathers head
From the wound, the blood it spewed, his father was now dead
Dads blood had covered mothers gown but somehow she didn't wake
So Tim he screamed into her face “Just look at what you've made”
He tied her to her husbands corpse so she could see his face
He had to cut her eyelids off so she wouldn't look away
A gaping black and blood soaked hole and falling out were brains


They lived in the country
So no one could hear her screams
Tim was getting hungry
But he had nothing to eat
He grabbed kitchen knife
Mom and dad would be his meat
Remembering what he was taught
Timmy began to feast


They caught him two weeks later when Timmy went into town
But not before he caught the man that struck his brother down
With the license plate number Timmy had finally found  
The man that killed his brother was renowned and upper bound


The ending of this twisted tale is too sick to be said
Coz Timmy snuck into his house and killed the rich mans kid
After tying him to a chair to watch what Timmy did
The mans jaw was shattered and his own son he was fed


The police arrived at the scene a little bit too late
The man was choking to death on what it was he ate
With a madness in his eyes that they couldn't contemplate
Coz pieces of his own sons heart were on a silver plate


They found him in the hall and Timmy was screaming for his life
Cursing his mother and fathers names he wouldn't drop the knife
Why did they have to torture him and fill his life with strife?
Poor Timmys life was ended as the bullet stopped his screams
And the last thing he saw was the life that could have been
A happy childhood with his brother seemed a dream
It was destroyed by his parents who were sick and twisted fiends


There may be a meaning hidden here within these words
After our birth we could be cursed to live in the adverse
To traverse the inverse belief that our parents nursed
And stuck forever looking out the window of the hearse


So remember to be careful with the things we tell our youth
They will believe whatever we say; a lie can be the truth
And people will feel no ruth when the sooth becomes corrupt
For we are the only ones who reconstruct or deconstruct
Written by Timeternal
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Author's Note
A pretty dark story inspired by a lot of the extreme horror stories and films my wife and I love...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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