Part I: Fear Sunrise

Encrusted red splattered walls

Red spotted floors

Serve to remind me

How everything I do

Is wrong in his eyes

Those bloodshot eyes

Coming home every evening

With flammable breath

Ready to attack

The kitchen is first

He strikes me for something

He thinks I did wrong

Slowly chewing my cold food

I weep softly

The bedroom is second

Pinning me down

Tearing me up inside

Yelling in my face

Telling me to like it

I weep softly

Once he passes out

I lay awake every night

Next to the raging giant

I fear tomorrow sunrise

This poem is about: 
Our world


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