Tear me, rip me, slash me with those bloody threats,
Like brittle knives, fangs grind and chew on newly cut wounds
Bruise me, slap me, engulf me with your words,
For I will get back up and take your blows
And as guilt seeps in I will knot and stitch my pains back up.
'Just a bit of Savlon, slap that plaster on, it'll mend lass'.
But I move, still I fear
I will forever feel each bruise and tear.
You hit. You bite and destroy all that grows,
You think you are the man of the house, the leader of your wolves.
You dream. But dreams are dreams father.
In your dream you lack default, your crooked smile mimes fluently,
It fades. You weep. You feel the pain.
Those screeching demons tickle your brain.
Again and again
Don't believe it's only the tears that f f f fall.
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