The Lamb

I did open the door, that let them in Not minding my mother, my only sin Oh so many a time, had I been told Not to open the door, after we closed I did not listen, but I surely did hear I started to cry, so many a tear Gun to my head, and mom on the ground Forced to watch, without making a sound The look in her eyes, it is hatred I see The look she was giving, was focused on me She tried to struggle, she tried to fight But hopeless it was, I felt my contrite Close he did hold me, hair in his hand Come with me, his voice did command Into the bathroom, with the other one went Over the sink, is where I was bent Slamming my face, into the sink When I did wake, my blood I did drink The sorrow the agony, the sheer pain Why did he leave me, why wasn’t I slain What he had done, to me on that day Words I cant speak, or even convey Images haunt me, his eyes do taunt me Mirrors that vex me, for life did he hex me Now I am a man, no longer thirteen One day my mouth, I could not get clean So I had all my teeth, pulled from my face Now I feel ugly, I am such a disgrace But If I give up, it means that they win Would that be so bad, is It such a great sin For the sorrow I feel, and the tears I do cry The nightmares I have, and the wishing Id die They Are the things, that make me who I am Lead to the slaughter, I was only a lamb