Dead Eyes

Bloody handprints decorate the floor,
you turn and ask your child "what are you good for?"
But no answer escapes the lips that are now so dead,
beaten and cut laying by her bed.

All she wanted was love from her father,
at such a young age she was abandoned by her mother,
but the alcohol controlled how he felt,
and everyday she'd have a new bruise and a welt.

How could you treat her like that?
You'd act so powerful when you beat her with a bat,
but in reality your just a jerk and a wimp,
you scared yourself whenever you made her limp.

But the beer still controlled you and who you are,
you should of stopped and it wouldn't of come this far,
now you look at your daughter's dead eyes that stare back at you and you feel so bad,
how could you do this?You know that I loved you Dad!