A Father's Love

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“A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.” Joseph Stalin

The smell of blood fills the air

A scream sticks in her throat 

Nothing coming out

Except for the red liquid spuing 

from her lips.

Darkness falls

As she crumbles to the ground

Laying in a puddle

Soon.

A chuckle echoes throughout the room

Watching the pathetic creature 

Gasp for breath

He smirks as she moves no more.

On a bed beside him lays a young boy

Slithering his way over

He brushes the blond bangs

Out of his pale face.

As though he was taking

A  new born infant

The man gathers the nine-year old

Into his arms.

Sobs fill the quiet room

As the man cries for his son

He had killed his wife for the 

Safety of his son.

But the woman had already

Gotten her claws into him

Just so she could have alone time 

With him.

Gently

He lays his son back down in the 

blooded bed and

Pulls the covers to his chest.

Taking the gun that lay adjacent 

He placed it beside his head

Leaning forward he whispers into 

the lifeless body

' I'm sorry'

And pulls the trigger.

When police found the bodies

It was such a tragic sight

On the floor lay the body of a 

woman with her throat brutally cut

And on the bed the father with

the gun still in his hand and the 

son bruised and beaten to death.

Not a soul was saved this night.

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”- Mitch Albom

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 22, 2012 ⏰

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