Broken home......

Street lights flicker in the evening mist.
A lonely swing slips back and forth,
Anger deep within a fathers fist?
Another child dead, no remorse.
Tears from her mothers bruised eye,
Fall onto her only daughters grave.
Her fathers pain never made him cry.
The feelings inside, his gonna have to save,
For when mother gets home, she?s in for a surprise,
Another swift beating, for all the lies.
About where she?s been, why she never called.
United they stood. Now divided they?ll fall.
She knew what was to come when she got in,
It had happened before, never again she thought.
Glanced at the bag that contained what she just bought.
As she drove home, she began to cry.
Someone she once loved, was about to die.
As she opened her bag and toyed with the knife.
One thing replayed in her head, her daughters short life.
She parked the car and took in a deep breath,
Thought to herself, ?I shall avenge her death?
As she opened the door he was waiting for her,
Sitting on the sofa, whiskey bottle on the floor.,
Smashed family portraits lay next to him,
His fists still bloodied and red form the night before.
He shouted and yelled, her ears nearly bled,
And yet still only one thought was in her head.
Spit foaming at his mouth, she reached for the knife,
As he ran for her as he slowly fell apart,
He stopped as he felt the knife slide in,
She could fell drumming of her heart
The knife was for her? not him.
He stepped back, and blood ran from his mouth,
Dropped to his knees, as she bled tears.
As much as he wanted it, he wasn't?t meant to die.
He was meant to live in pain for the rest of his years.