Fake Affection- A poem by Sixth Child

It seems like yesterday when you smiled
You smiled so wide your face almost ripped
You were standing under the moon
The silver was in my hands
The blood was on your lips
Your arms entangled in your fate
Right before your eyes
Your brain shook
Your mind panicked
I watched with bright eyes as you died
I stared in fascination as your soul departed
You mocked me, Mother
I killed you
Your own heart killed you
So look at me Mother, please
With a distorted look on your face
The sun now shines on you through stained glass
I now smile so wide my face almost rips
I guess it's bye-bye Mother
Smile wide, Mother, this is your requiem