Abuse of Life

With a strike against the cheek, so sudden,
you have to slowly think about why that is.
As tears roll down your face, you try to,
cover your face, hide from this insanity.

Your laying on the ground, trying to please her.
She confuses the words for more violence,
while you try to escape it, it does no good.
There is no escaping this.

She never says a word, only uses hand gestures.
As days go by, they turn into months.
Months, they turn into years, because you have no guts.
You see them spread all out on the floor. Chaos.

So, this is a sad excuse for a life.
How dare you be such a pathetic mess?
You let all this seep right into yourself.
Soul, whatever is left of it has died.

One day, she went to far into this.
Red spatter, all on the wall, ceiling, floor.
You can smell flesh burning.
One last breath, and you fall as you know this is the end.