Voice of Little Reason
Future
I love the feeling of power.
People’s fear at my finger tips.
Trembling under my risen hand,
And squealing when my knuckles hit.
They beg mercy and I just smile,
I’m vile; sick thoughts amuse me…
A steel heart breeds brazen fists,
It’s business - not cruelty.
I’m now living what I know,
I exceed my tutor’s tuition,
Finally achieved in life,
Pursuing my personal mission.
Killing for me is a passion.
Counteracting deep down disgrace,
‘Cause every time I pull the trigger;
I leash my hate upon his face.
Past
Past the glass that holds me back, I see her.
A fine, calming freshness sweeps my soul,
Indifferent, to everybody else
She stands out warm to all who seem cold.
Arctic chills fill; I hear him. He’s back.
Relax, I’d better not move or say anything.
The buckle of his belt persists the pain
Again, again to what tomorrow brings.
Mum says he does it ‘cause he loves us,’
All I need to do is be good and change.
Beaten black and blue every single day,
Will teach me how to handle life with age
Scared; he’s coming up the stairs,
Tears flood, and I cry uncontrollably.
I cower in the corner where eyes meet,
Raises his firm fist, then smiles at me.
Present
Strangling the love of my youth
Get a grip! Grieve not sorrow in side.
Can’t tame the burden of life
My maternal rock; the good in me died.
Tell me what I have to live for!
Tick tocking time bomb; I need to explode.
I’ve pent up so much anger
Stunted ice; all the love within me froze.
I love to hate, I hate to love
Most of all I hate what I’ve become.
Killed in me what he did create,
Never did he stop until my body went numb.
I once could hear my inner voice,
A conditioned dog, I was tamed.
I once reasoned right and wrong
Fate of my life; my mind became lame.
I can’t reason with life anymore.
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