Daddy Doesn't Care About Us . . . by SisstreDaethe, literature
Literature
Daddy Doesn't Care About Us . . .
The night is hot, too hot to sleep beneath these heavy covers
Can you feel the heat between these passionate, loathing lovers?
Well I feel it; their passionate hate that is, tonight
Let's focus on the moon, oh what a wondrous lingering sight!
But still I hear my mother's screams, I almost feel her tears
She's shed them a million times too many for all my tortured years
The moon! Remember the moon? (And it, like her eyes, is so sad and
red )
And all these thoughts race through my mind, while I lay here in bed
I try to put out of my mind, my parent's bloody feud
But all it does is worsen my dejected, hopeless mood
Why does he