Repressed

Another night.
Another fight.
And I'm sitting here, trying to get this right, in my head.
Just what happened here...

There were two fists,
and ten hits.
As the blood ran down,
You said that it's
"nothing".
I just wanted to be worth something
to you.

Black and blue.
Broken bruised.
What did you do to me?

You walked away,
I followed, your footsteps,gazing,
all the way,
just as you
picked up the bottle
and proceeded to drink.
You said "it will all be over soon",
well, it's lasted 'till today.
I can still see the milk dribbling down your chin,
as you muttered "lets watch your world burn down"

Another night.
Another fight.
And I'm sitting here, trying to get this right, in my head.
Just what happened here...

There was the cage,
and your rage,
and some old rope that you had saved.
I crawled right in,
and you closed the door tight.
"No mother wouldn't return 'till night,"
you said.
"And I promise not to tell,
how you  are the freakshow.
"Welcome to Hell."

I guess that makes you the devil again...