When dad killed mum, It was a warm July day,
There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky that day.
Everything was fine, Not a doubt in my mind.
All i heard was a painful shrill,then i saw the knife that killed.
Bloody but stained it was, She’d need to live to stop the blood.
.. i cry softly…
When dad killed mum
June 29th, 2004 | uncategorized