Sorry My Dear Sister

When I think back in times anew Consider all in stark review about those days my Sister scarred my heart To recall nights I heard her cry Whilst I did everything to try drown out her sense of terror from my mind I’d plunge down deep beneath safe sheets there wait until the ghoul defeats that child who still worships all his grimaced mask might say I wish now I could lock her door then melt the key to just make sure those muffling hands could not reach out to feast upon his Daughters soul again My trembling arms would draw her near then somehow overcome all fear to show her she need never be afraid of him again I’d rise up for the chance to try to stare her demon in the eye and tell him that her beauty wasn’t ever his to take I'd take a gun and aiming high his filthy brains would wash pure sky then place the barrel in my mouth and squeeze Neil Graham Marsden