Lost In The Hate Of Faith

He kicks and screams
and curses at me
with violent words and
empty threats.

Its sad that all this fighting
is whats keeps me satisfied
and me cyring is what keeps
you still alive.

The bruises and the scars
are from what you have said
because knowing that you'll
hurt me makes me cry again.

I let you push me into the
glass table so I can push
you off me.

But even angels have their
wicked schemes and
you'll always mean that to
me.

Were just lost in the hate of faith.
me.