Once upon a time there stood a house of ill fame.
A drug property, a**ociated with violence and crime.
There lived a family in despair, sorrow and tragedy.
Father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend.
A sadistic motherf**er 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 who*e. f**ed up on h**n, 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 girl now by the age of twelve and nine.
Traumatized and neglected in a household of blood, tears and wine.
One night, father became completely insane.
The children awoke by a horrible tumult from downstairs,
sounds of screaming, breaking gla** 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 ba*tard father shut the door behind him, she realized: This nightmare was no dream!