As a father and a protector, I thought I taught my little girl to do better.

A young player at a club. A young thug only thinking of a cum?

The thoughts he must have had while around her; all the shitty, sweetened vulgar.

My mind riles up at the sight of her tears, beyond help and hurt: a father's worse fears.

The violence in me swells too high, along with plans to crack his skull.

Evilness had showed itself to this fragile baby, who is mines.

No matter how much I kiss and hug her. I feel the difference.

Everytime I look into her dulling eyes...damn time is ticking.

My voice could no longer yell at the broken dove beside me.

Krissy has had enough stress for one day,

Now my thoughts are back to ways to make this dog pay.

When I catch the mutt and personally take it to hell and see his eyes drain...

The boy will know real pain.