There was a little girl,

By the name of May,

Who was abused by her father,

Every waking day.

After hitting a few bottles,

The father caused a slaughter,

Of his entire family,

Even his little daughter.

When he awoke the next morning,

He saw something that made him stare,

It was none other than,

A blood-stained teddy bear.

Then he heard a sound,

Coming from the closet she was killed in,

Only the horrible sound was,

An echo of his demonic sin.

Then he glanced in the mirror,

And saw his daughters face,

He stared into her pale blue eyes,

Then she disappeared without a trace.

An ominous sound played,

While the father dozed,

He awoke and traced it to her music box,

Which was still securely closed.

He heard a scream,

That shook him from a dream,

His daughter was there,

She said, “Daddy don’t you love me?”

“Haven’t you even cried?”

“Since you are the reason that I have died?”

It was then that he chose to end the fray,

He did not live to see the day,

Upon his discovery there was a note that only did say,

“I have caused the Death of May.”