Nightmares in the Dark

Dark.  It's dark.
Footsteps. I hear footsteps.
The door opens and the light shines in my eyes.
Pretend to be asleep and maybe you'll go away.
No. Don't come any closer.
No! Don't pull the covers off of me!
"No! I don't want to! Dad!"
You hit me, strike me in the face.
Tell me to be quiet, to be a good boy.
To be your good boy.
I don't want to; I struggle.
You tell me to calm the fuck down, that it doesn't matter.
Because you're not my real dad, it doesn't matter.
But it does matter. It does.
Please don't touch me!
Don't hit me again! Please! It hurts!
"Please don't hurt me..."
You laugh at my whimpers and ignore my pleas.
You're killing me. Inside, I'm already dead.
Bury me in a casket.
Kill me dead.
I'd rather be dead than have you with me like this.
Let me die.
You've taken everything else:
My innocence, my security, my sanity.
Get it over with and take my life.
It's all there is left to take.
Can't you just do this to Mom?
She gets home at nine; can't you wait?
Why me?
Why do you want to touch me?
"Don't! Please, no! Stop it!"
You smack me again for being too loud.
If the neighbors hear, you'll get in trouble.
If you get in trouble, I'll be hurt.
Hurt worse than now.
You'll kill me one day, won't you?
Just do it today. Kill me today.
I don't want to feel this anymore.
"Daddy..." I'm crying.
You don't care, you're into it.
You lick the tears from my cheeks.
You're sick.
You're ill.
You're evil.
Just go.
Or let me die, but you'll probably never let me go.
"It hurts..." You say I should be used to it by now.
That's sick.
That's horrid.
That's evil.
Are you the devil?
Is this why you hurt me?
"Why...?" Then you say it.
The sickest thing of all.
The most horrid,
The most perverted,
The most evil thing of all.
You kiss my cheek lightly
And brush away my tears.
You give me a soft embrace.
Then you tell me why.
You say you do it because you love me.
You love me?
Just kill me now.
This isn't love. At all.