Andrews Story

1966
A Fire Horse is born in the house of Scorpio
Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes...innocent

He grows older
A child of joy
Inquisitive of nature
Blessed with an eternal happiness

He approaches 10 years
Parents argue and scream
He understands hurt more now
Familiar with pain

He is nonetheless
A happy, content child
At peace with himself
Loving life

Age 12
He sickens
Unknown illness
Frequent fever

One day
Awoken by fumbling
Sister adjusts blanket
Walks off mumbling

Another day
Similar refrain
Only now there spreads
A bloody stain

This goes on
For several weeks
A puzzle to all
The bloody streaks

Now he recalls
The sight sinister
Of peeled back sheets
And naked sister

She rode upon
His child like rod
Flapping about
Like a dying cod

She had 2 fingers
In him
Nails tearing
Like broken glass

Trembling and dazed
Under the ills dull pain
He knew this as a sin
From the crimson stain

He assumed it a dream
But awoke one night
Against his throat
A knife held tight

Threats to slice
Said with a scoff
As she rode again
And got herself off

More weeks go by
He lives in dread
As twice a day
She takes his head

She rides him hard
And probes him deep
Such anal pain
It made him weep

As he got better
Improved in health
Deadly thoughts
Sprung forth in wealth

Rich crimson tides
He saw each night
As his sister rode
With knife held tight

Until one day
With bated breath
He spoke to her
Of sex and death

Hard she rode
That fateful day
As he told
Of the price she'd pay

She did not believe him
Thought it a lie
Could only imagine
He'd rather die

She may have been right
At least for that time
But he had in mind
A more final crime

One day he stole
Into her room
And whilst she was sleeping
Entered her womb

He gave her back
What she took away
Pleasure and pain
Yes, he made her pay

No children for her
No pleasure either
Stolen from him
He wanted neither

One final action
Before he parted
Big squeeze of her temples
For the trouble she started

Between the legs
And the aching brain
Now she fells
A small part of his pain

What she can't feel
And what no one saw
Was that the 12-year-old boy
Was seen nevermore

He burrowed inside
His safe haven, me
To never come out
To never be

Over the years
The memory suppressed
His character changed
When he became stressed

Gone was the clown
That happy little guy
The dynamo kid
Who wanted to fly

Replaced in his mind
From that fateful date
A rage so cold
A dark crimson hate

26 years
He survived to this day
Many a girlfriend
Had passed his way

Often he pondered
Many times he thought
Where were the tears?
His feelings unwrought

And now here we are
He's riding the dragon
Taken his mind
Circled the wagons

A mind full of humour
Yet so full of pain
Has splintered asunder
And let in the rain

1 became 12
Emotions and events
He needs to delve
Then try to repent

Little Boy 12
Has taken to Rage
Andrews in hell
His mind is his cage

Losing his self
In a mind diseased
Seeking the id
One with which pleased

Seeking out solace
In his words and books
Yet vaingloriously
Improving his looks

Andrew's preparing
The day is at hand
Time for his self
To make that last stand

Seeking the Mossie
His alter ego
That part of him
That can go with the flow

Mosquito & Andrew
It's the only way
2 selves must join
And see out the day

When they unite
And act as just 1
The task sister started
Will finally be done

I know it's not over
Not by a long shot
But Little Boy 12
I know I am not

I'll carry his pain
I'll carry his rage
He's that dark crimson stain
That will never age

My innocence stolen
My psyche incomplete
A new day is dawning
And it finds me replete

This won't take hours
Nor days, even weeks
But it's a humble start
To the peace that he seeks

As for his sister
To forget and forgive
His choice of punishment
Is to let her live

To do else
Would be a surrender to rage
And defeat the purpose
Of the words on this page

So here we wait
Don't show him your sorrow
For from here on out
I'll kill her tomorrow.

© 2005, Mosquitobyte