He stumbles in.
The door within.
Hate inside.
It's time to ride.
An open door.
He seeks for more.
His child is sleep.
He takes a peak.
He turns her over.
Rubs her shoulder.
She is rare.
He cannot bare.
Open legs.
To be fed.
Blood is here.
Sin is near.
It was hate.
Her name was Kate.
She was ten.
But this is sin.
Once was pure.
Now a devious lure.
It is mean.
And she screams.
Tears escape.
Nightmares take shape.
A rush of his palm.
He made her calm.
He said he wouldnt bite.
But she put up a fight.
He was too strong.
But it didnt take long.
With a zip of his pants.
He walked away in a trance.
Her body lay cold in the bed.
Warm blood rushing from her head.
So much to be read.
But so little to be said.