He lets his alarm clock
ring and ring.
She wants so much
to break the **** thing.
You'd think after an hour,
it would break by itself.
Ringing and ringing
echo on the shelf.
How many times
has she told him this?
Over and over
so this morning, NO KISS.
He can just forget it.
To much **** trouble.
So get up, get ready
do it now, on the double.
He rises to greet her
then changes his mind
cuz that look on her face,
aint hard to define.
He has seen it so often,
and he knows what it means.
She makes him feel ancient,
and he's just in his teens.
She throws him his backpack
and points to the door
"You'll miss the **** bus,
you've done it before!"
As he scrambles for clothing,
she shoots him that glare
and he finds himself smiling,
just to get outta there.
His school is a refuge,
a haven he keeps.
A place to find peace,
just like when he sleeps.
At school she can't touch him,
in his dreams she never wins.
Yet he knows the next beating
before it ever begins.
The sting of her hands,
striking out on his face.
Those same wicked fingers,
in a much different place.
A place she has claimed,
a place she has taken.
Oh God he's confused
alone, and forsaken.
She lets out a sigh,
as the bus drives away
and now that he's left,
she gets on with her day.
The brats finally gone,
not a moment to soon.
She's wasted by ten,
and passed out by noon.
Two o'clock lingers,
and gives way to three
as he comes to the door,
and feels for his key.
Walking into a house
so dreary and cold
he succumbs his strength,
and pretends to be bold.
He pretends he is master,
this is his house instead!
It does not belong
to that stranger in bed.
So he walks quickly over,
and takes off his coat.
He tucks it beside her,
as the knife slits her throat.
He retreats to his bedroom,
sweet relief of no harm!
Takes the clock from the shelf,
and he sets the alarm.