His own personal Hell.

As he walks through the door,
it all starts again,
the yelling and screaming
still with no end.

He tries to hide
and he tries to run.
What kind of father
does this to his son?

An eight year old boy
rests in the hands of fate.
The nieghbors come,
but it's far too late.

He feels no pain.
He feels no cold.
Free to wander,
and never get old.

His father sits in
a cold cell.
For he has created,
his own personal Hell.