Splatter,
Red drops on the wall,
Crimson tears,
This house mourns
Its lost innocence
That has died this night.
Murdered by this crime
That has taken place in its walls,
A hateful fist was raised,
An angry man
Broke a sacred cardinal law,
Striking
His child,
His wife,
Their precious life fluid
So pure,
Flies through the shocked and silent air.
The angry man
With this cruel act
Is a man no longer,
Beast,
Demon,
Monster.
A man is protector and provider,
A castle for his child,
Comfort for his wife,
Standing against all threats.
But a man that has turned on
His greatest treasure and gift
Is worth no pity,
No love.
He has betrayed his God-given duty,
He has stolen a child's
Safety and happiness,
Raped their very innocence,
He has betrayed a wife's
Love and trust,
And utterly destroyed sacred vows.
How can he look at the blood on the wall?
How can he look at his child's tear-streaked face?
Or his wife bruised and broken skin?
These are the proof of his shame.
How can he find the will to live?
Knowing that his soul is black as pitch,
And even the devils and demons of hell look upon him in disgust,
He is a worthless thing,
Disgusting and vile,
Not a man,
But a Monster.