 | Daddy goes up to tuck his daughter in,
He sneaks up the stairs and brings along his knife.
His little girl expected a bedtime story,
But instead Daddy took her life.
Mommy was downstairs,
Brother was asleep,
He crept into her room and shut the door,
So no one could hear a peep
He wrapped his fingers tight around her small neck,
‘Til breath could escape her no more.
He dragged her to the bathroom,
And threw her onto the floor.
Gasping for breath as tears flooded her face,
“But why me Daddy? Why me?”
Gripping the girl’s head as he forced it down in the toilet
“Because you’re the devil can’t you see!”
But life was still in that little girl’s eyes
So with his knife he stabs
Into her tiny neck.
And the blood that dribbles down he dabs.
He leaves the poor girl there
Lying on the floor.
And down the stairs he goes,
Running out the door.
With cuts on his hands,
He runs next door.
Only to find,
That they trust him no more.
Mommy sees the cuts,
To the hospital they go.
She calls the neighbor to watch her daughter,
For she does not yet know.
“Go check on my baby”
Mommy said
The lady looked in the bedroom and then to the bathroom,
Only to find that little girl dead.
As the girl watched from above
With the angels by her side.
She saw the look on her mother’s face,
When she learned her daughter had died
Now Mommy cries herself to sleep
Every single night.
And is haunted by the nightmares
That awake her with fright.
No one believed it could have been this man.
“He always seemed like he was such a loving dad.”
The scary thing was,
No one saw through to the problems he had.
That little girl is still confused,
“But why me Daddy?
Why did you pick me”
Was this just the way
It was meant to be?
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