Kris hated the fact that his brother got everything he wanted.
Running his hands against the warped metal.
Kris entertained himself whilst he was grounded.
Of course, it wasn't his fault, it never was.
Tao was in trouble and Kris had to be the bad influence.
Who would trust Kris, the one with the y stare.
The one that reminded their father, just of who had left them.
The one that they had trusted, the one that couldn't care less.
Tao was never at fault, it was her, she morphed into him.
A 'gentle' reminder of what she had left behind.
A delinquent child. No one wanted him, so evil.
Crimson gushing past the fading blue wallpaper.
no one would care, no one would judge him.
no one but his saviour. The one that stood up for him.
Tao, couldn't believe his eye's. He didn't know what he did.
But it made Kris believe if only for a second,
There was a chance, a small chance, to be in a happy family.