A dark poem called brothers in trust

[peachie 1]

                                                     Brother in trust

                                        As i think of the yesterdays
                      before you ruined my life.          
                                         At 5 you made me carry your knife'
                       at 6 you gave me some grey tape' and said that's great
                                          as you could not take your eyes off me.
                        At 8 you told mom you were taking me on a date
                                           but as you touched me i ran' and said this is the end
                       and that's when you slapped me.You were my brother like no other
                                            as you were evil as shit.
                       what you did was unforgivable.
                                              Why at 15 did i have to run and scream' as you
                        started it all up again.
                                               Now when i was 16 i always had to run ' punch
                         fight' and scream' as you were my worse dream but you were real.
                                                Why you did this i cannot say
                         but one day asshole you will pay and pay and I'll be the one
                                                 to torture you for once
                        Well here he comes again trying to be a friend
                        seeking to give me a ride.that's when i felt your hand go inside of
                         heart and blouse again.You then pulled your gun ' and said oh it's a
                                                 in fun and i said low he is going to die.
                           With your gun on me you made me get undressed for some sex
                                                    i grabbed my knife.
                             When your grabbed my hair and pushed my head down there
                                                     is when i stuck your face '
                              I grabbed the gun in a race ' of who is getting splattered over
                                                       I shot him 3times and he cried like a bitch
                                and for every-year he touched me.
                                                        As he was dieing and i was cutting'
                                 i really should of gutted him  but i had already had my fun.
                                                     we decided he did not deserve
                                  to be buried so  we took him home ' cut his skin off all
                                                       his bones and i laughed as we should of
                                   deboned him 'alive  and that's where the monster now lays.
                                                       
                                                         
                                                                                                                                   

                            ll
                                   

[Shad]

DAMN Peach! Where'd this'n come from?????


I loved it, kind of sick and morbid but, non the less "AWESOME"!

(hope this just be insight?)

Very powerful work my frind, I think I'm going to have me another read

[peachie 1]

  Thank-you Shad for the sweet compliment's it wasn't a brother but my uncle' and  when i was 10 i used to think what i could do to him' and this poem is quite fitting per say lol.

[Steno]

Too sad man, like, true story? Whoa, it's good.