Clouded visions before me under a crimson river red Wounds so deep the knife it broke, just echoes in my head A distant cry of laughter, then repeated blows so harsh Discarded love of loyalty strangled by your scarf My eyes begin to close now; I’m drifting off to sleep Crawling to a darkened hole,(…)
Twas the night before ChristmasWhen we children should dreamBut all I can hear is Mummy’s loud scream Daddy is hitting her again and againThis year I hopeThat the blood does not stain Not one of us kidsDare make a soundFor fear that Daddy’s violenceWould double and rebound We silently prayedThat mummy would be okAnd that(…)
