Bruised,abused,broken,and used,
left alone in the cold, no one wants me because...
All She has to say
Is get downstairs...
I lay on the bed,
With the gun by my side...
Screaming and shouting echoed from the kitchen,
I tip-toed to the corner of the wall so I could...
Cast a shadow on me-
let me lick my wounds...
Under the cold, moonlit sky,
Lay the gardens, grown from blood...
The storm is coming in
Fury from the sin...
Slowly opening battered green eyes
Squinting silently in the foggy gloom...
.............................Tears,
............................Tainted...
She takes his hand in hers
"Baby we need to talk now"...
Sometimes we see him sitting at the window,
But no one really knows why; he is blind...
When everything is too much for me you are there
You do not judge or ridicule...