Orphan

I remember when she crumbled down to her knees cause she had to see her life fall before her. It hurt so much to see her pale face limp down and not even look at me and drown her self in her long on going hair. I smelled her hair that day. I hid under it and tried not to think of the surroundings that were happening before us. Her hair smelled like the first fresh cut of daises on the day of the morning spring showers of February. I did not notice that her hand laid limp on my shoulders as the blood bled through my faded green shirt making it a deep stingy smell horrid through my nostrils. My brother was cradled in her right arm and a routine lullaby was sang to him. "Hush baby...hush please...huu", she could not finish she was to involved in the depth depression she was over croding her mind. I did not say a word to her in this time cause I felt she would sink to her realities that we were here and her sorrows were to much for us. I could not tell her that if it was not for her aroma of her shadows of locks breathing over my head, I think I would have told her I wanted to jump out of the window over there and leave this dark trinity.
My mother was beat that day and we were left. I call my mom Serene because I feel her name is her and says so much more about her then the simple name mom does. Serene was everything to me, and so was my brother Zach. I did not know him to much yet, for he was only two months old. But he was an angel I could tell at first sight.
My Serene...her blood and veins lay before me and all I could think was the hate I felt for the birds. The birds outside chirping the most happy cheerful song. I said to myself in tyranny, "Why does god want to play happy tunes to what just happened." My mother was beat by my father and he just left us and abandoned his promises and lies come to play. I am only eight but I was afraid of this time, and felt like I knew more then my mom did about the situation. I saw her drowning and burying herself in the corner of the room like a dead emotionless zombie saying or making no squeak though. She looked like a figure that took human form but was covered as if in molasses poured over her, in blood.
After it was all over the molasses drenched me. My mother died that day and a dead angel took over her body. And as for I, I lost and became a orphan in my mothers eyes.

His soul laid there in blue thin sheets wrapped around his innocent helpless body. He was gone and I went with him. My only sibling was murdered by the animal called father. Angel wings went hovering over his body. I became nothing that day, and lost my true meaning to the world in an age of seven. They never found him, and my mother graved her tomb in later years in a mental institute for her mind and soul was lost.

Zach please come back,
For the day you left I descended,
My heart will never heal, never be mended.

I still dream of you Zach,
And the days of bliss will be forever in miss.

You are safe now, but now I am not,
For I to want to lay caught in the death angels to be brought.

Sing for me birds for my journey is now ending and am going to stop attending.