Bitten and Bruised

When the police finally caught us At a 'friends' in Kentucky I didn't care if we went to jail In there, I would be safe and lucky The cops asked me if I was alright I had welts and bruises from your bites My nose had just been broken I had just set it back right, while crying Tears of relief fell, seeing flashing lights My ribs were still healing From the three weeks before Punches reigned, and I fell Fetal position on the floor You'd laughed your evil laugh Urinated on me as you screamed, "rotten w****!" I never felt safer in my life As when the police put me in the backseat of the cop car I laughed in scared confusion, was I free? Was it finally over? But it will never truly be For it sits in my mind haunting Always