I thought my life was darkest hell until I finally found you.
But grief could not compare with what you went through.
I could not even fathom your torture and your nightmare.
Him never leaving even though you didn't want him there.
You went for help and he wouldn't let you use the phone.
How deserted you must of felt raising those kids alone.
When the law came that were supposed to protect, too.
Instead they arrested your son for trying to defend you.
Lashes you took and those terrible bruises like makeup.
When you could cry no more and he drunk the bitter cup.
Of course he was too crazy to understand the difference.
His own hell had blinded him by all his own indifference.
You tried your best to help him and he repaid you in pain.
Never again my love will ever have to go through it again.
She is resting peacefully and the raper of souls is so gone.
He might be still alive but his nightmare will continues on.
You think that hell is only for abused wives and children.
Just wait to see this private hell that we are still building.
We call it insanity but you call it what you think, friend.
Not nightmares for sleepers; Daymares that never end.
