Weird

The things that my mind produces occasionally scare me.

Father

Footsteps in the darkness
Echo faintly down the hall
Silent blade he carries
One last victim he will fall

The daughter she was simple
In permenant slumber she now will rest
Her brother was some what harder
No wonder she deemed him a pest

His grin danced in the inky night
Slaughter tantilized his mind
Mother's corpse lie horribly mutliated
She'd always been the fighting kind

Father's chamber door squeaked
As his silent form slipped inside
Father's mistress was sprawled naked
And in slumber she smiled and sighed

He covered her gasping mouth
As he slit her from ear to ear
And once she'd finally bled dry
He kissed the mouth in a scream no one would hear

As he cleaned the knife methodically
He thought, 'What a day I've had'
When the authorities came they took him away
Father had finally gone mad