Although I may not look it,
I am used to being hit.
Every day and every night,
I dare not to put up a fight.
Demons, they dwell,
It's certain I'm not doing well.
With all this hatred in this home,
It's no wonder that we're all gone.
Heirarchy is the law,
Anyone who disobeys will be mauled.
Though I dare not do wrong,
This life is taking way too long.
I pick up my gun,
It's over, my son.
I pull the trigger,
Their words all linger.
The bullet goes straight through,
But this will not do.
For I am already dead,
Trapped and asleep in my bed.
I was never put to rest,
With emotions, I was never the best.
As a result, I long for revenge.