Another Day in Hell Part 2

Down on his knees,
A gun to his head,
All he could do
Was whimper and beg.

They had broken into his house
Shortly after he had gotten in.
He had just poured himself
A glass of orange juice and Gin.

They just burst in
And ordered him to the ground.
Then they began looking
To see if anyone else was around.

Walking into the main bathroom,
They found his wife.
"No!" he screamed,
Begging for her life.

By now they had him
Tied to a chair,
Helplessly watching
As his wife lay there, bare.

One after the other
They raped her with brutal force.
The demons behind their eyes
Showed no remorse.

Her screams where that
Of fear and pain
And all he could do
Was call out her name.

Once satisfied
That their deed was done
They began hitting her
With the butt of the gun.

He screamed for them to stop,
His screams in vain,
Because in those eyes
Flickered an evil flame.

She finally fell silent
So they turned to him
"If only I had locked the doors
When I had gotten in".

They shot him in the chest -
The pain, agony.
As the darkness settled in,
His wifeâ??s dying body was all he could see.

He prayed for God
To keep her near,
To comfort her
And take away her fear.

The last thing he saw
Was a fire on the bed
Just before they
Shot him in the head.

With his wife's body burning
And pools of blood around him forming,
They walked out the house
With his possessions they were hauling.

It would be days before
Their bodies would be found.
Days before they'd
Be put into the ground.

And so evil
Always seems to get away.
Ask yourself one question:
Is today my unlucky day?

Copyright©JosieWentzel20May2008