The Disected Baby

Destiny strikes the willing
pedals fall,
everythings pure silent
dried blood stuck to each wall.

Hear the baby's painful screeching
her teary eyes are glassy black
I assure you,
her father killed her gently
and her mother died from crack.

So now we begin the investigation
of why someone would want this life, why would anyone feel the need, to kill a baby, and a wife.

He isn't in his right mind
he is living a delusion
but nothing seems to make sense
I'm still filled with confusion.

He cut open his new born child
to know what was in her heart
his insparation was the cutlery
which tore his soul and mind apart