Smash
Swinging fists and fury
His temper always hurting me
The bottle broke
blood and alcohol
wretched smell
Never me, always him
He always said
it was my destiny
my consequence
for a life of sin
his fist, my face
to learn a lesson
he said he really loved me,
and he said he cared
I guess he did
Smash
swinging fists
and terror
as I try to fight
but my efforts are futile
against his tremendous might
