Sixteen Years of Silent Youth Ii

I woke from my sleep To find I'm still bleeding It appeared not a dream But a nightmare I had lived I will not let this go Now more than anger My fists and broke hands Take patriarc life Fashions unthinkable I must kill him now! I will call you When it's over Then I'll follow You Don't turn away Not this easy Please believe me Please! If I had not done this earlier It would've been me down the stairs At the side of my own head would be the barrel And the entry made full There is not one thought that crosses mind I don't regret the day he died For what he was doing, killing me Unable to live the full And now I control my own Breathing not as before and Because of this I will reign supreme In my own realm of fear and loathing