Here you go IV .. pick it apart .. zone in on my weakness .. expose it .. then write accordingly .. no excuse not to win now ..
Lullabies
The car spun and swerved, flipped and twisted
as it bumped the curb which had lifted
my mother, father and me, six feet up in the air
as we land on the street I did nothing but stare
at my father's twisted head looking my way
but I could see in his eyes he had nothing to say
his gaze far too distant to be of the living
I was dazed but heard the distinct sound of dripping
if it's petrol I'm fucked, no means of escaping
even if the ambulance hits the speeds we were making
before dad lost control, his showing off backfired
I survived the nose dive being near the back tires
I was only seven but I was giving up on survival
I was scared I wouldn't surive until helps arrival
my mind wandered to memories of bright blue skies
making daisy chains with mum, singing lullabies
"It's strange in this room" was my first reaction
white, sterile, bright and no noise distraction
silent but for my breath and intake of saliva
above my bed I was labelled "Route 8 crash survivor"
followed by "still to interview" printed beneath
I was in 'West County General', hinted the sheet
suddenly a nurse walked in and smiled so warmly
"I'd have bought breakfast with me had you of warned me,
that you would be awaking this morning, princess."
suddenly it floods back and mourning insets
the nurse wrapped me in her blanket of affection
and to save time I'm gonna cut down this section
just give you the jist, I was nursed back to fitness
police never did see me for my statement as a witness
I'd been in a coma two years so they just said
it was due to dangerous driving that my folks were dead
social welfare sent me off to my aunt, I said my good byes
sat in the car, remembering memories, singing lullabies
Things were good for a while, my cousins were playful
wanted for nothing as my stomach would stay full
until my cousins, all male, introduced me to Ben,
"nice to meet you Ben", Peter's friend, he was ten,
he was cool, made me laugh, he was a lover of math,
really clever, he could rap, he had a brother called Matt,
I could go on and on about Ben, I really could though!
but you don't wanna read that, you want a good show
so here, you sadistic fuckers, here's where it goes to hell
here's the bit to tantalise where your morbid tastes all dwell
see my aunt was a single parent to three boys, different dads
'a slut' on the estate and branded an outcast
smoked a lot, drank a lot, but looked after her kids
but when it came to punishment she was strict
morals up and above her label, pyschologically stamped
she resented neighbour's mutterings of "that's the skank"
so when she noticed my attention to Ben was growing
into that of affection and Ben was knowing
she took action and did it to the most extreme
dragged me to the basement, the boys followed the scream
she strung me up in the corner, ripped off my clothes
told the boys to look at me - "Look at HER pose"
smacked me across the face and told them to too
she even went as far as to get Ben to too
then she grabbed some broken glass and scratched
the word 'whore' in to my stomach and back
walked out, locked the door and ignored my cries
captive with my only escape being memories of singing lullabies
I am Meg Loughlin and this is based on my story, less gory
the police did find me, but this isn't a story of glory
They found me dead after weeks of torture