We listen in a silent craze
Digging toward darker days
Crying out in silent breaths
Demanding to release our catch

Words thrown from Hell's depth
Clawing at what's tender left
A flame so bright and warm
Left to leave a trust no more

He hurts you.
With no regard.
He mocks you.
With no emotion.
It is a game.
You will not win.

Darling, your cuts won't solve the pain you're in.