Bottles of Hate

His secrets been told,
Now mommy knows,
He’s been touching her daughter,
Where nobody should,
She is going to call the cops,
Because his dirty games need to stop,

He’s out raged in anger,
The promise she broke,
She went and told,
What nobody should know,
It was daddy’s little secrete,
The game you do not say aloud,

But she broke the rules,
She told about his game,
His madness took his mind,
He grabbed himself a drink,
He then grabbed himself two 6 packs all full,
Because daddy had a new game with a new set of rules,

He climbed in his truck,
With a beer within his hand,
11 others within his trunk,
And rope to tie a knot,
Her school was out at three,
Which meant his new game was about to be played,

She climbed in the truck,
He smiled at her with love,
Told her to buckle up her seat belt,
Because she was in for a ride,
Her innocence then shown,
She followed orders with a glow,

If only she knew,
The pain she would go through,
She would probably scream, shout or jump out of the car,
But she sat there and smiled,
She was too young to know,
But then again she was only 10 years old,

He drove around, with her in the car,
He drank some more,
And arrived at the junkyard,
He told her he made a new game,
And tied her hand behind her back with the rope,

He tied her feet next,
She was unable to move,
He grabbed the other beer,
And he drank at least four more,
He ripped off her pants,
And touched her again,

She screamed,
She cried,
She begged him to stop,
He stood up straight, in his hand an empty beer bottle,
Threw the glass bottle,
As it shattered and pierced her innocent legs,

He threw the other bottles,
Till he ran out of the empty cache,
He threw them the same place,
As she screamed in so much pain,
He opened another,
But this one he did not drink,

He poured it upon her bleeding legs,
Bottle upon bottle,
Poured then crashed on her legs,
Her open wounds drenched in beer,
Because he’s got nothing to lose,
Jail was already headed his way,

All the bottles but one,
Was thrown among her body,
The police heard her scream,
And found him and her at the scene,
An ambulance for her,
And handcuffs for him,

She was bleeding so badly,
The wounds were deeply cut,
So much alcohol in her small body,
Beer flowing through her innocent vain,
So much blood has been lost,
So much pain within her scream,

Can this dear child be saved?
From this man evil faced?
From his hand and his beer?
From his evil twisted hate?
Will it ruin her life?
Or scar her mind and body?

To tell you the truth,
I would have to say,
I was that little girl that day,
Who still hides in shame,
Hides her own legs,
Screams so silently,
I’m a dead soul, stuck in a breathing body,

I may seem still young,
But I grown up so fast,
I have seen the horrors of life,
I have seen hells scary face,
The scars and memories,
Haunt me from day to day,
Of this man I once knew, who put me through so much pain.