My Lullabies

They scream until midnight, sometimes past.
Forever I hear their screams, forever they last.

Listening to them yell, I lay on my bed,
my eyelids slowly closing while I hear what they said.

Their screams are lullabies to my ears,
but sometimes my eyes fill with tears.

"Daddy please stop it!" I yell.
Why is my house also my hell?

They claim to be religiously true,
but, in fact, they are just evil, too.

They are always like this, every single night.
Someday, maybe, it'll turn out right.

But until that day, here I sleep,
falling into dreams while I hear my mother weep.

I wonder what will happen after I leave,
happiness will they seek?

I hope they live forever happy,
but that is something I should not fancy.

For it will never come true, ever.
I wish their screams would float with the wind like a feather.

My dad comes in my room pointing his finger,
their screams in my room still linger.

But after an hour or two the screams start to fade.
Did they stop? No, in my bed I just laid.

My dreams fill me with the life I wish to have had,
but until then I lay here in my bed,
listening to my lullabies,
the lullabies of my parents cries.