Once upon a time

there stood a house of ill fame

a drug property associated with violence and crime

there lived a family in despair,

sorrow and tragedy

father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend

a sadistic motherf**ker who could not keep his hands off his own kin

his soul was meant for the devil

it was rotten from within...

After all these years of sin.

Mother was a skeleton whore,

f**ked up on heroin wine and pills

whatever she could score

more more more!

Her black circled eyes were simply empty

her body was bruised and scarred

oh, life was hard!

And if her sick alcoholic husband had a temper

he would beat up his wife.

One time he took a knife and stabbed her twice.

No! Not deep enough-for she survived!

Once their marriage,

an enchantment of love and trust.

Hopes and dreams became nightmares of shame,

abuse and disgust,

assault, assault!

Domestic violence!

Family battery!

Rape, violence, violence, violence, violence!

Assault, assault!

Abuse, abuse, domestic violence!

Assault, assault!

Once upon a time

they were blessed with two children

a boy and a girl

now by the age of twelve and nine

traumatized and neglected

in a household of blood

tears and wine!

One night, father became a completely insane

the children awoke by a horrible tumult

from downstairs, sounds of screaming, breaking glass and the throwing of chairs

but the children fell asleep again

and the girl had a disturbing dream:

A stifling feeling of a hand covering her mouth,

a smell of alcohol all around.

She doesn't understand and cannot defend herself.

When will this suffocating dream end?

Finally! She is able to breathe, but when her bastard father shut the door

behind him she realized:

This nightmare was no dream! No dream! NO DREAM!