Bleeding Hands

Waking up to this familiar silence

it somehow spaks that something went wrong

The door begins to shake

and erupts into a forward motion

erasing emotion and starting my muscles and veins pumping

as I fight yet again to hold onto life

my eyes looking into his, just as I raise to my feet

and the first blow is landed on a tired cheek 

In his drunkenness once again he attacks

and the blood begins to leak

I force him to the wall using every bit of strength

kicking and punching with fierce ambition

now fully awake

and my herat is heavy, for this is more and more expected

this abuse has become such a part of me

bringing forth feeligns of hatred and hidden maice

but this time as I strike a blow, and teeth fly outward

a fathers saliva covering the face of a terrified child

he steps up, snapping forward putting wieght into blindsiding attacks

a barage of emotion fueling a force of rage

after seventeen years, I became a man

and holding no weapon, but closed fists

I strike again and again

knowing full and well that in the end only one can stand

and one will die and fade away

I lash out uncontrolled

Seeing the fear thats he deserves to hold reflecting in his eyes

he falsl to the ground without utterance of words

hes gone and wont return today

my work is finally done

this is the only memory of my vengance

the last words of a broken son