Never Seen Again

That one September's morning,

standing outside my home.

Contemplating all my problems,

cheating wife,

lies and no money.

I open the door to the kitchen,

slowly stepping to the cupboards.

I grab the first knife I see to turn around and see her there.

Face to face nose to nose,

so close I can feel her breathing,

as I lunge the blade into her chest and out 53 times fast.

Spilling her blood and crying,

this is my last goodbye.

Bloody footprints on the carpet trail me as I go upstairs.

Hi daddy where's mommy?

- Don't be afraid,

baby.

- Why daddy what have I done?

I am scared.

I love you.

- Shut up.

- Feet make fireworks of the gravel as we walk to the building.

My hand trembling holding hers,

it was dark and inside the same.

A man hands me a damp wad of money - no more than 200 dollars.

Bound to a bed my daughter they began to have their way with her.

I ran.

I fled;

from this feeling,

ever hearing the words they spoke.

Now this image stuck in my head,

her attached to the bed they said: Take off your clothes now this is going to hurt.

Screaming doesn't help but it aids in my fun.

Take it from me this is what I enjoy;

I want you to play dead like your laying in your fucking grave!

My daughter,

I sold her.

Echoing in my head forever I hear her cries...

his words...