Sweet White Lies

Bloodied Mess

I wait in my prison,
For the devil to come home.
I wait for him,
To unleash his madness's epitome.

You enter the room,
The devil's own incarnation.
I wait for the blows,
And to burn in humiliation.

A slap on my face,
I stumble on the ground.
You pounce on me,
Like an injured angry hound.

You question with your punches,
I answer with my whimpered cries,
It's the only way we can talk;
And for some unknown sin
Every night I pay the price.

A sickening crack,
Your leather belt slices my skin.
The crimson blood flows out;
You watch me suffer,
Your lips forming an evil grin.

My body,
Covered in bruises and scars.
My whole back dotted,
In burns of cigars.

Reveling in my pain,
You exit through the door.
I still remain huddled up,
A bloodied mess on the floor.