He Confessed Her Innocence Tasted Like Blood
She felt the covers being lifted by heavy fingers,
and the smell of alcohol that still seems to linger.
It could be the hundredth time but it feels like the first.
This is her fairytale from hell,
and this is her plot and twist.
Her prince is nowhere to be seen,
She’s lost her will to scream.
What’s the point when nobody can hear you?
Mother is such a sound sleeper when she takes her pills.
Thoughts running through her mind,
desperate lies to calm the desperate truth…
tonight she could kill.
He snorts another line, takes another swig, tells himself this is it,
one last time, after tonight he’s gonna quit.
But he knows, and he knows that she knows,
this is just one more to the score,
just one more blow.
It could be the hundredth time, but the cocaine makes it feel like the first.
Too hard to keep count, keeping count would make his daughter a whore,
and memories simply fuel the thirst.
The screams have been drowned by the silence.
The loss of her innocence seems to have taken her confidence,
and complimented it with a decrepit sense of tolerance.
Something of a contradiction,
like a murderer’s sense of conviction.
Lying in bed like a teenage sleeping beauty,
lying on top of daddy’s .45,
drowned that oh so illustrious sense of futility.
Maybe she timed it with the thunder,
maybe she didn’t.
The sound seemed to rip through her aggressor,
who she once thought of as her father.
The flawless execution mixed with the euphoria of freedom,
she didn’t doubt for one second,
that God himself had pulled the trigger.
And the cold hand of death in his eye,
was like a sweet kiss goodbye.
He never saw it coming,
It felt like any other night.
On the surface she seemed to be sleeping,
but underneath she was planning, scheming.
At first he didn’t believe it,
“Just the thunder, keep thrusting”.
He saw the blood oozing,
“It’s hers, keep thrusting”.
Then everything around him seemed to slow,
while everything about her seemed to glow.
And the look of redemption in her eye,
told him tonight was his turn to die.