| There once was a girl so tortured and scared. She sat in the corner and watched his hand slap Mom's face. She sat in the corner and screamed without a trace. Her mother hit the floor and she knew it was her turn. For she had spilt the juice and now she will burn. The feet walked closer. She shed a tear. She wiped it fast for it showed fear. The voice raged loud and he threw the chair. No where to go but to sit there. She saw the foot coming so she covered her head. With a second of pain she was dead. Blood spilt on the carpet. He yelled and went to wash it. She was so young. He was so mean. No where to go but to end the theme... |