The moon’s final light runs scared from me as I wake,
The floor glistens in the morning sun.
They say it’s shock but I don’t feel a thing, someone had to break
Him down.
I look to you for answers as you shut the door,
To see him, treating you like meat
To see you so frightened,
With my soul dead, pure anger forced my heart to beat
Like a thundering drum.
My body tightened,
I wish I could say I blacked out;
That it wasn’t me,
But you hate it when I lie.
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