One by one,
children were massacred,
by a mysterious killer.
And with my bad luck,
I happened to be the next victim.
I started to scream and bang on the wall,
trying to get help,
as a figure emerged,
from the darkness.
No one was coming,
and the killer was silently humming,
as if this was just a little game,
he plays for fun.
I backed away from the killer,
each time he moved closer to me.
As my eyes became adjusted to the darkness,
I recognized the killer and felt defenseless.
My whole family was dead,
and I began to shed,
tears of distrust,
since the killer,
is my father.
As my tears began to drop faster each moment,
I began to ask why.
My father had a face of a killers,
one that he always hid from my family and I.
I began to scream as loud as I could,
but I wanted to have misunderstood,
that my father was the one, that killed all those innocent children,
for fun.
It was no use,
no one could hear me,
except the killer,
that was once my beloved father.
