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Broken Home

Here we go again No room left to pretend The word 'love' Is just junk It's meant to cover up The scars and the bruises Of fights day and night The mental abuses It just isn't right Surviving together In this torture room This shattered home Can provide no room To breath but to see Hearts of soot and ash When the cold took over It broke them in half Strangle me Stab me Swallow me whole Spit me out String me up Drop me hard down a hole Let me crash and burn But never learn The sins of this home The lie that is 'love' It never ends Like a carnival ride Round and round And up and down Never let me drown Just choke for a little while Then pull me up And whip my back Then start again On the next go round I can't get off This merry-go- round In Frankenstein's carnival No mercy can be found Like jungle cats We fight in silence Tearing to shreds 'Til it rains down red The acid in the blood Which pours like a flood Burns my wounded back Where you whipped me As revenge for my subtle attack I knew by now You could be so cruel But to turn your back Your subtle attack For a simple question I need not have asked The silence ringing in my ears It's scathing tone buries me whole In soot and ash And prolongs your attack All the shards From the windows and walls Of our broken home They envelope my soul And take me into the fold Bury me in this mold As the one who couldn't go Freeze me in time As the failure Who couldn't get out To save her own soul But chained to a wall She fell through the floor She rotted away ... Had she ever been there at all? The victim of a broken home The subtle abuses They ate through her soul Not breathing but seeing The monster's true form Left on her own In this permanently broken home Can't live with Can't afford to live without Then die together In the torture room Of this irrevocably broken home …... Round and round On the merry- go-round Frankenstein's carnival Has taken you down

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/10/2012 10:52:00 AM
Wow. Simple words have the strongest meaning sometimes. Good write, truly emotional.
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