This is not a poem for the weak at heart

Black snow black snow falling from the sky
Clearly vicious with a tapping
Why did you take Mommy away
Was it because the bruises on my ribs
Or the blood on the kitchen knife
The music so pretty pretty
It tells me Mommy was a sinner
So chop I did until the sin was out
Scarlet red was all around
A bitter taste that red was
Still pouring on the ground
I must get cleaned soon School is tomorrow