I killed their daughter
There was no struggle
Not a scream into the night
We closed our eyes
And accepted the knife
In her final moments
She thanked me
Then took her last breath
Her heart stopped,
But for the first time
Began the beat of mine
Her name, bitter
Spat out when spoken
We will never hear again
The weight on our chest
Pressure straining our spine
We will never bare again
The shrill pitch of our voice
Ripped from our throat
Never to be heard again
I will never regret
Taking her from this world
But as long as I stand
Her blood on my hands
She will always be a part of me
