A child’s heart corrupted
A mother’s life endangered
A father’s deep dark secret
finally revealed.
The mother hurt and angered
The child nervous and scared
The father laughing, drunk with rage
That child hiding in the closet
That mother crying on the bed
That father still yelling and cursing
The child quietly tries to find a phone
The father looks for his gun
While the frightened mother
knows nothing
There’s the mother lying there,
a bullet to her chest.
And there’s the father, he killed himself
the way he planned for years.
There’s that lonely child, his broken heart
and his cold, pale face
covered in his blood stained tears.