Twisted games

Your angry hands meet her helpless body,
Your hateful words slice through her loving heart,
Hands behind your back,
And with each step closer the more tears of fright fall down her face,
You scream, I'll kill you
As she backs away,
Thinking behind him he holds a knife,
So she starts to cry and beg,
I'm sorry
Only to find in his wide grin
This was just another one of his sick twisted games

hate the man who did this to my mother
[still working on]