The Monster
Written 5/19/99
He likes to be near,
but instead of love, she feels fear.
She hates him, and his glaring eyes,
as she lays on the floor, and cries.
He hurts her so bad, causing such pain,
she lays there, feeling full of shame.
He says he loves her, with an air of grace,
she doesn't believe him, tears are screaming down her face.
Her soft flesh is his desire,
so he takes her, and fills her with his fire.
She wishes her mother could help,
but her mother died, so no one's around to hear her yelp.
He grins, loving her with pleasureful moans,
as she makes the sound of painful groans.
She tries to hide, putting up a fight,
but he won't stop, thinking he has every right.
He lost his lovely wife,
the night she gave her daughter life.
So instead, he has this little beauty,
and he thinks showing her his love, is a duty.
But he doesn't know love,
how could he of.
He has gone batty,
and she'll never call him daddy.