A Story Of Child Abuse

Edgar A once said "Success is failure turned inside out"
Well the human life's just one fucked up mirror
We've got war, poverty and cries of a girl, we can hear her
Her presence is space bound yet her family can feel her
Not knowing that the neighbour's their daughters killer

He raped, abused and tortured an innocent nine-year-old girl
Bottles of Jack D, needles and ibuprofen, walls of her world
Trapped in the basement and forced to stay shaped in a curl
This child abuse had inflicted scars on this young girls' life
The pain for her was almost as bad as deep cut from a knife
If she makes it out alive, when she grows the pain will not fold
She'll still have nightmares when she's wrinkled and old
Asking God, why she was stolen as a youth and why her soul was sold
The horrid and rancid reality of her abuse was covered, never told

Day in and night out, fed the remains of chicken bones
The highlight of her day was being allowed to play with sticks and stones
Treated like an animal, pissed on and bruised
During dinner time he'd shit on her plate, before being excused
He was amused by this girls' suffering and laughed everynight
A night routine of food, story telling and rape would turn into a fight
She'd cry herself to sleep before he pulled his pants up an switched off the light
She'd wake up in a dark basement, happy, before realising where she is
Around about noon a car would pull up on the drive, she knew it was his

The sick bastard would get changed into something easy, then open a beer
The sound of him gulping alcohol would just uplift her fear
Budweiser was a smack and Scotch was a rape
A bottle of wine and a cigar meant a beating and a rape recorded on tape
She couldn't take it any longer, her life was sick and full of shit
A razor blade would be enough for a ticket to get out of this pit
But this man left nothing sharp in the room and never left it lit
There was a first aid kit on the wall but there was nothing in it

As the days went on she could see that her body was becoming weak
Her dreams of being Cinderella were fading, all hope seemed bleak
Week after week, just staring at the door for someone to save her
She despised any connotations of child slave labor
Just praying "God will you send somebody to help me, do me this favour"

But nobody came