The Game

A sound is uttered and we dare not ask

The little girl shutters as peek-a-boo plays to her defense

Bulky, massive presence; the shadow is seen turning a corner

Shaking and dizzy her dance of no preference

Run little girl before darkness cocoons

Sickening sounds bring music to his ears

The little girl cries, won’t someone hear

A new day has dawn

My little girl smiles from ear to ear and I can hear her giggle

Somewhere far from her past, lives an evil presence

Sleep deep tonight and every night as I bring to you my lullaby

Sleep brings devils knifing his brain

The big man cries, won’t someone help

Oh, what a shame

Night after night he screams in pain

Should have thought more carefully that this is not a game

Arrival of insanity came one early day

He couldn’t take the atmosphere and sounds of pain

Should have thought most carefully that little girls only play games