°My face swings left as his hand connects
°Here comes a kick, that always comes next
°I know how he beats me like the back of my hands
°I scream in pain as the next hit lands
°He smiles as if its music to his ears
°I'm in a dark basement so that no one hears
°You might ask why not just hit him back
°I tried that once and that earned another smack
°Soon when its over ill go to my room
°But if I close the door with a violently loud boom...
°His rage should rise a little further
°His eyes looks as if they, themselves, could murder
°His evil grin makes me turn pale
°I don't make eye contact, just a slow inhale
°The man in front of me protects me from all harm
°Yet he's the reason I cant reveal my arm
°A lot of guys are proud to be called dad
°But when I say it, anger is added to what he had
°I guess I have to settle on these things ...just accept
°And the things he does, the secrets will be kept
°I will still look in his eyes and say daddy I love you
°If I say it enough he might return the words to
*THE BRUTAL MOMENT *
