"Perchance I was immune,
Or just dictated to be.
"Hearken," says the distant tune
Of my heart's running beat."

"Alone was I in this mini hideout,
Isolated from anguish and pain.
Strange how the dark comforts me,
Compels me to believe I'm sane."

"My old man seems present,
But he is not there
Does not seem to be himself
But a monster from my nightmare."

"Each time he tattoos a bruise on me,
I hear him curse my name.
Mothballs were my only comfort
Hanged clothes were the very same."

"The pattern repeats by itself,
Bluster transcends the boundary.
Even in my nicest, loveliest sleep,
In deep quietude you barge in."

"I desired to abruptly end it all
Inside this fancy closet.
Is life all solitude and dreadfulness,
Or was my life just an accident?"

"It breaks my heart to know
I always seemed invisible.
It were my last words.
Bid farewell, wooden wall."

It were my child's last words.
Forgive me, wooden wall.