Wife-Beater
She keeps telling herself it won't happen again
But he stumbles in
The air became stagnant with beer and rage
And so the beatings began again
Black and blue the face was
Legs shaking, weak at the knees
Terrified of what's to come next
Thrown to the floor in a whirl of violence and rage
She's screaming
But he won't hear and word
Between blows
Conscience fading in, fading out
You can taste the horror in the thickening putrid air
Ribs cracking, bones snapping
A symphony of terror rips through the night
Contorted and shifted into a portrait of agony
Her soul slowly leaking out just underneath the surface
She prays this won't happen again
Just behind the mirror lies an unfamiliar reflection
Her face barely recognizable underneath the bloody bruises
Look through her eyes and you'll see the land of the dead
Beaten until the pain fills the air
His knuckles stained with her blood
Screaming until the it shattered the glass
The pain could erase the mountains
Shatter the sun
Black and blue
Bruised and broken
She covers up with make-up in the mirror
Staring in utter disbelief, unfathomable horror
Just beyond it lies an unfamiliar reflection
Praying this won't ever happen again
Her soul contorted into a portrait of agony
No one listened
No one heard her cry
She hasn't slept for days
Screaming to a world of the deaf
We were all too blind to see this
So she began a work
One that only she could complete
Oh, what a sight
Her greatest most tragic masterpiece
A valley of torn skin and flesh
Run with crimson red
Her brush, the razor
Her art, self-destruction
A vicious cycle
Tangled in a web of utter misery
Her world is caving in and she's questioning
Tell me
How do you heal something that has no scar?
Tell me
What do you do when you don't know who you are?
Her world caved in and she's questioning
She's living still but never live
She feels human but there is no humanity
Her world caved in and she's questioning
What's to fight for when the nothingness consumes you?
I deserved what I got
When you read the morning obituary
Find the picture
The one that will tell a story that no words can fathom
My wrists will tell the saddest story of how I finally made it past this
But he stumbles in
The air became stagnant with beer and rage
And so the beatings began again
Black and blue the face was
Legs shaking, weak at the knees
Terrified of what's to come next
Thrown to the floor in a whirl of violence and rage
She's screaming
But he won't hear and word
Between blows
Conscience fading in, fading out
You can taste the horror in the thickening putrid air
Ribs cracking, bones snapping
A symphony of terror rips through the night
Contorted and shifted into a portrait of agony
Her soul slowly leaking out just underneath the surface
She prays this won't happen again
Just behind the mirror lies an unfamiliar reflection
Her face barely recognizable underneath the bloody bruises
Look through her eyes and you'll see the land of the dead
Beaten until the pain fills the air
His knuckles stained with her blood
Screaming until the it shattered the glass
The pain could erase the mountains
Shatter the sun
Black and blue
Bruised and broken
She covers up with make-up in the mirror
Staring in utter disbelief, unfathomable horror
Just beyond it lies an unfamiliar reflection
Praying this won't ever happen again
Her soul contorted into a portrait of agony
No one listened
No one heard her cry
She hasn't slept for days
Screaming to a world of the deaf
We were all too blind to see this
So she began a work
One that only she could complete
Oh, what a sight
Her greatest most tragic masterpiece
A valley of torn skin and flesh
Run with crimson red
Her brush, the razor
Her art, self-destruction
A vicious cycle
Tangled in a web of utter misery
Her world is caving in and she's questioning
Tell me
How do you heal something that has no scar?
Tell me
What do you do when you don't know who you are?
Her world caved in and she's questioning
She's living still but never live
She feels human but there is no humanity
Her world caved in and she's questioning
What's to fight for when the nothingness consumes you?
I deserved what I got
When you read the morning obituary
Find the picture
The one that will tell a story that no words can fathom
My wrists will tell the saddest story of how I finally made it past this