His grating voice
Drowned out by the blaring music in my headphones
The volume is bound to shatter my eardrums
I sigh contently
His grating voice
Does not make it through

He’s in my nightmares
He is my nightmare
My subconscious voices my fears
When alcohol consumes the air around him
He’ll know what he did in the morning
When She and I
Are no longer there

The bruise on my back
Is as black as His never beating heart
And yet
His grating voice still rings in my ears
So, I turn on the music
They can hear it downstairs

I don’t give a flying fuck
So angry
I have His temper
I don’t want His temper
I don’t want Him
His grating voice

Mocks me
Laughs at me
His grating voice
Tells me
I’m going to die
No one’s here to save me
My belief in willpower
Can only take me so far
I want out
Out of this house
This mind
This life

I hate Him
His eyes
His face
His thoughts
The hole where His heart used to be
His grating voice

Still
A fire is ablaze in my eyes
My willpower
Carries
Me away
To a place

Dreams
Music
Life
Love
No hardship
No fear

No grating voice
I hate Him
And I hate Her
For not taking me away from Him
And until I can take myself away
His grating voice makes the hole my own heart is

Deeper
The hate
Deeper
The fear
Deeper
Forever the hate will burn like a solar fire

In my eyes
That look nothing like His
The hate etched in my voice
That sounds nothing like His
Curses run through my mind
That thinks nothing like His

The scar settles deeper
She doesn’t see it
She is supposed to protect me
To me
There is no such thing
As a father

Or a guardian angel
There is only me
In my room
With my music
My soul and spirit
And my eternal hate

No grating voice
Can break me
Or my will
Or my spirit
And it cannot
Extinguish the fire inside me