Into The Blood

Another night
goes by...
Another slice,
as you look to the sky.
Is there no justice?
No Pain for the wicked?
Another secong goes by.
And you feel
the knife go deeper.
Is there no
morality?
Is there no
common sense?
You can see the leering grin
and the laughing faces.
Faceless faces,
until
one by one they all change.
Your parents,
dissaproving
and hateful.
They mock you,
berate you,
and hate you.
The physical pain goes away,
and you see
that little girl,
sitting in a corner on her
tenth birthday.
No pony that day,
only a smack from her mother for spilling juice.
The knife goes in,
and it gets
quiet....