Just finished reading a story about a dude that killed his wife and kids....and had to write.
Headlines
With parents Brave and Innocent
My Coming deemed as Heaven sent
I greeted all with malcontent
Well-hid by my demeanor
I smiled and wore their silk and lace
With plastic pleasant on my face
In privacy rage stole it's place
I plotted with such vigor
By sweet sixteen I ruled my world
And all the riches then unfurled
I turned my head when my lip curled
Down in ugly sneering hate
I bid my time so patiently
Why, none who knew me could foresee
That murder raged inside of me
Death would be my loved one's fate
When dawned the day of my intent
My heart so barren, mind so bent
My face a blank, my view a slant
Armed with bullets and a gun
I gathered loved ones to my side
And watched with pleasure eyes grow wide
As terror gripped them from inside
Aimed with weapon, then said run
When mayhem filled that house with dead
And open wounds so freely bled
I put that gun to my own head
And calmly pulled the trigger
Never judge by what your seeing
Surface hides one's inner being
Goodness may be evil waiting
And one can never figure
Sorry, not a book...a true story. This is the link
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/27/family.dead/index.html
Headlines
With parents Brave and Innocent
My Coming deemed as Heaven sent
I greeted all with malcontent
Well-hid by my demeanor
I smiled and wore their silk and lace
With plastic pleasant on my face
In privacy rage stole it's place
I plotted with such vigor
By sweet sixteen I ruled my world
And all the riches then unfurled
I turned my head when my lip curled
Down in ugly sneering hate
I bid my time so patiently
Why, none who knew me could foresee
That murder raged inside of me
Death would be my loved one's fate
When dawned the day of my intent
My heart so barren, mind so bent
My face a blank, my view a slant
Armed with bullets and a gun
I gathered loved ones to my side
And watched with pleasure eyes grow wide
As terror gripped them from inside
Aimed with weapon, then said run
When mayhem filled that house with dead
And open wounds so freely bled
I put that gun to my own head
And calmly pulled the trigger
Never judge by what your seeing
Surface hides one's inner being
Goodness may be evil waiting
And one can never figure
Sorry, not a book...a true story. This is the link
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/27/family.dead/index.html