Shotgun Lullaby
They promised to never leave each other, never say goodbye,
Even when their hands parted, and they went their ways.
He never knew until it was too late, it was too late to say farewell,
He would simply have to cope with the empty home, the lonely days.
Drinking away his time, there was nothing more to do without her,
That's what he thought as he smashed the bottle onto the floor.
The guns and knives smiled, they looked awful friendly as he cried.
Screaming until he could no longer say a word, he couldn't take much more.
Thinking it over and over, he didn't know what to do anymore as the worries
Piled on top of him, the liquor was costing him too much, it pushed him to poor.
But those worries melted away as cold metal poked at his heart,
And his heart was painted a deep crimson as he cried and fell to the floor.
His little girl found him later, giggling when he thought it was a joke, he was sleeping,
But little did she know it wasn't the case, she wouldn't hear a lullaby.
The sweetie blamed herself, she looked so much like her mother, it was heartbreaking,
Pain and sorrow wrapping and choking her heart as she tried her best not to cry.
They were both together now, but the little girl was so sad, placed in home to home,
She could only cry herself to sleep as she tried to hold onto her pain.
Depression took hold of her mind as she slowly withered away like a flower,
But a beautiful flower like her parents, she was strong to stay sane.
They were together again, the little girl laughed as she ran through an endless field,
Collecting flowers and running back to her parents, who smiled wide and followed.
They were happy together,
And would stay that way forever.
Copyright © Oliver Lee | Year Posted 2015
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