The yelling subsides

he tilts the whisky back

dropping it down slowly

his face turns red built up with hatred 

tension rises the room is heated

the neighbors hear the abuse growing

they hear the screaming

they see the bruises

your mind tells you to scream louder

but your mouth wont open

he brings down the rath of hell

apon your angelic face

your blood drips down

almost beautifully

the abused has silenced for tonight

and the blood has stopped

but the tears continued.