Daddy, Do You Love Me? (corresponding poem)

Till the blade is too deep
And the pain is too muuch
Through the shadows you creep
And I cringe from your touch

Tensions rise like a welt
And sting like a whip
Remember what I felt
And struggle in your grip

Enveloped in cold
But burning with heat
If I do what I'm told
I won't remember this 'treat'

But the world is too loud
And my voice is too soft
I get lost in the crowd
And forever I'm gone

Looking back on the days
And I drown in the silence
Now I'm stuck in a haze,
Nothing more than a past tense.