Only four or five
Fearful of Daddy's "cuddle"
How did he survive?
The tall man barges his way in
Cursing to the moon
His sick perverted fantasies
Of seeing his mute son swoon
He rips the soft quilts off the boy
Who wears green striped pyjamas
Subjected to this torture
So his Daddy will not harm us
The evil man pulls his son
Roughly into a kiss
An infant who shouldn't yet know
How an adult's tongue twists
The boy's shoved face first into the bed
The grown up's pleasure zone
Not a wife or Mum in sight
Who'll hear the old man's groan?
The boy cries out, no words appear
Silence meets his pain
His tears and scars will eternally show
His pure blood falls like rain
His Dad stands up and laughs out loud
Proud of what he's done
Killed inside the trusting spark
That lay within his son
"You love your Daddy's midnight hug
Don't you little one?"
The boy stares up with wide jade eyes
Love for his Father gone.
Yet in the back of his small mind
Lies the nagging doubt
That he's being punished, so it's not wrong
If he won't tell, Dad won't shout
But what will happen in his years
The hurt will still remain
And cannot look in his Mum's eyes
Still will not speak his pain
For fourteen years it has continued
The musician's nightly pain
He now knows it's wrong, but cannot stop it
Gives in for Daddy's gain