I hear the screams
I hear the cries
But when I try to stop them
The voices reply,
“You've been talking back!"
This follows with a grand, loud smack
And suddenly—I taste the metal in my mouth
As every defense I have leaves south
I try to run—
Away from them
But when I try,
Their hatred stems
"I do everything for your sorry ass!"
"How disappointing” they spit, “you piece of trash!”
What can I do to relieve their wrath?
They grin as I make a long, red path
Down my arms
Like thin rivers
Drops of red….
That make me shiver
They whisper harshly, "You flinched, more red!"
"I'm hungry; I'm starving! I MUST BE FED."
So I lay alone with them on my bed,
As they dump their acid into my head
Relaying everything that's ever been said
When I realize it'd be so much nicer being dead.