Listen close and I'll tell you a tale
About Jeff the Killer, skin so cold and pale
On that fateful day it all began
After a fight things went out of hand
Jeff was only thirteen years old
When he defended his brother, so brave and bold
He stabbed them, punched them, beat them to the ground
And that's when he felt that 'feeling' abound
The police came looking for them
But his brother chose to be condemned
Jeff was frantic, it just can't be accepted
So when the kids came back, he knew what he wanted
Jeff and the other kids wanted pay back
They were all so mad so they began the attack
A kid soaked Jeff with alcohol and caught him on fire
And at that moment things have gotten haywire
Jeff woke up in the hospital, his face wrapped all around
His parents and brother were horrified with what they have found
The bandage was gone, now they can see
And Jeff went to the mirror and was filled with glee
His lips were burnt to red, his face so white and pale
His hair singed now black and stale
'It's not that bad, ' his brother had said
'It's not that bad? It's perfect! ' He says
His parents noticed he was kind of twitchy
He started to laugh uncontrollably
They all went home thinking everything's okay
But they didn't know it was their last day
That night his mother awoke from a sound
She got up from bed and looked around
She looked in the bathroom and saw a horrible sight
It was Jeff, her son, holding a knife
Jeff carved a smile unto his cheek
He wanted to keep smiling but it looked so bleak
She noticed his eyes were ringed in black
He looked as if he had been attacked
'I got tired so my eyes started to close.'
It was then an idea arose
'I burned my eyelids so i can forever see,
My pretty face staring back at me.'
She was horrified and didn't know what to say
She got to her senses and slowly backed away
'What's wrong? Aren't I beautiful, mommy? '
'Of course you are, son, just let me get daddy.'
She couldn't recognize her son
So she told her husband to grab the gun
Jeff stood behind and it was too late
'You lied, mommy, ' was all he could say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was thirteen, not eleven.
My mistake, sorry Jeff!