My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which cover me in fear and pain
I come home in a wild rage
And beat my lover once again
Waves of relief go up my spine
Yet crash at the guilt
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which lay on the foundations I built
After the screams quiet down
And the storm begins clearing
We feel the emotions built by frowns
And we are both left fearing
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which cover me in fear and pain
I come home in a wild rage
And beat my lover once again
Waves of relief go up my spine
Yet crash at the guilt
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which lay on the foundations I built
After the screams quiet down
And the storm begins clearing
We feel the emotions built by frowns
And we are both left fearing
Domestic Violence as seen from the abuser's perspective.
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