Cowering, in the corner
You look at me,
Those big, bright eyes,
Towering, you're swaying like a tree.
It doesn't matter to people like me,
"get up" You jolt,
Arms and lips trembling,
I grab your throat,
"Now listen here, boy,
There's nothing you can do,
Nothing you can be,
Except a good little slave to me.
You're worthless, and decrepit,
And all around,
The biggest tax on my credit,
Since I met your mother, and she said it.
So, give me what I want,
And give it now,
For nobody can hear you,
Laying, crying on the ground."
You glace up,
looking at the man you called your dad,
Wondering that maybe, if you weren't bad,
at what a good life you could have had.
But you're just a kid,
And kids do as they're told,
So you get up and march over to the
Cold, stone slab that you've grown to know
You're jittering, and shaking,
Yet that matters not to me,
Cause I'm sick, sadistic bastard
That needs his fix of mean
The cuts and bruises weren't enough,
And so I show that I don't just bluff,
And intent to make you blush, and go flush,
Against that stone slab, so cold.
Crack, as the whip goes,
Pop as your hips go limp and you can't move,
Crack as your ribs break against the stone,
Thwack goes my hand against your head for being so rude.
"Boy, you know that not what I want",
You whimper as I set upon you,
You know what's going to happen, to that bleeding body of yours,
And knowing that, doesn't make it easier,
As I show you what my true intentions are.
In, out, in out,
Shake it all about,
You're doing the hockey pokey,
But I don't want you to turn around.
I want you whimpering, cold and desperate,
Desperate to be hugged,
Desperate for a hug,
Desperate to just be normal,
And not know me, the thug
That brought you in, and makes you want to leave.
