I taught her not

To do this

Keep that thought

Controlled, so she hid

Inside the cupboard

And her Mother

Never told

My powers, all

But gone now

I still sense

 You near

My girl is just

Maturing, she's stayed

Free & clear

Yet when I'm gone

I'll set her lose

To see her

Metaphoric noose

In tortured ways

I'll see you dead

When I'm with

My Wife again

My heart now trembles

Slowing, pain rakes

Through my chest

I call to her to finish them

Make them pay

For what they've

Done

She speaks in

Calm words

Down the phone

Father you now