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 wife’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

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words so powerfully voice the pain... I can only hope something will stop the escalation of this horror. Until then, we need to get you out of there!