Escape

The hand that deals; feels like its made of steel
The peroson behind the hand never feels grief
He just hits and hits and hits
All I do is sit and wait for him to finish
I've asked him to stop but its no use
He still continues with his abuse
I know I need to leave
But I can't seem to move my feet
I can't take it, I want to be free
Should I go into the darkness thats been calling me?
It's better than here where all I feel is fear
So I step into the darkness where I'd be
Just another ghost for the rest of eternity