Daddy's Second Love
In the blackest corner of this barren,
This house of horrors and sorrowful dreams,
No - nightmares:
There sits a girl,
Juvenile and innocent,
Unloved and abandoned.
Believe me I’ve tried to get out,
But the door is jarred,
And my weak arms cannot budge it.
The only light,
The grey daylight peaking through the blinds,
And the candle sitting beside me
Burns throughout the day,
And the sky darkens;
It is a lonely darkness.
But then I hear his cursing shouts,
As he stumbles along the rough road below,
He raves crazily up the stairs,
I hear him roar my name.
I wrap my frail arms around my knees,
And hug myself.
He heaves open the door,
And lunges across,
Swearing at me,
Shouting filthy words,
He picks me up by the scruff of my nightgown,
And the booze on his breath makes me gag.
The he slaps my face,
And drops me down,
Before he kicks me once again.
The pinch on my neck still pains me,
And the slap on my cheek,
Leaves an almighty sting.
My body bruised from where he kicked me,
And my heart torn,
Wrenched from within.
In the blackest corner of this barren,
This house of horrors and sorrowful dreams
No - nightmares.
There sits a girl,
Scarred by her father’s beatings
Taunted and broken.
The echoes of her broken screams,
Haunt the house so empty.
I am the second love of my father,
Just behind the public house,
That dreaded Smelling’s Creek.
This house of horrors and sorrowful dreams,
No - nightmares:
There sits a girl,
Juvenile and innocent,
Unloved and abandoned.
Believe me I’ve tried to get out,
But the door is jarred,
And my weak arms cannot budge it.
The only light,
The grey daylight peaking through the blinds,
And the candle sitting beside me
Burns throughout the day,
And the sky darkens;
It is a lonely darkness.
But then I hear his cursing shouts,
As he stumbles along the rough road below,
He raves crazily up the stairs,
I hear him roar my name.
I wrap my frail arms around my knees,
And hug myself.
He heaves open the door,
And lunges across,
Swearing at me,
Shouting filthy words,
He picks me up by the scruff of my nightgown,
And the booze on his breath makes me gag.
The he slaps my face,
And drops me down,
Before he kicks me once again.
The pinch on my neck still pains me,
And the slap on my cheek,
Leaves an almighty sting.
My body bruised from where he kicked me,
And my heart torn,
Wrenched from within.
In the blackest corner of this barren,
This house of horrors and sorrowful dreams
No - nightmares.
There sits a girl,
Scarred by her father’s beatings
Taunted and broken.
The echoes of her broken screams,
Haunt the house so empty.
I am the second love of my father,
Just behind the public house,
That dreaded Smelling’s Creek.