Bleeding Floor.

A child walked in darkness,
Alone and cold,
She walked home,
Home, to her house.

As she walked in the door,
The blood on the floor,
Stood out in the lunar light,
Sigh for this happens every night.

Her mother lay beaten,
On the floor,
Her father stood glaring
By the door.

“Girl, your late. Why?”
Shouted her father.
“Sorry father”
She'd cry.

As he hit her hard,
Told her she was stupid,
He kicked the mother,
Called her lard.

Again she walked back,
To a bleeding floor,
Again she walked back,
To her dad by the door.