I wanted a husband...

It's getting dark, he'll not be long
I'm shaking with fear, shall I run
I hear the mumbling outside
Asking neighbours for a fight 
I just know he's in a mood
Tonight he's not amused 
In his grasp are fluorescent colours 
Night after night, it's me who he bullied
I've just getting rid of my last bruises
Distorted mirrored image looking back
All this torture from a beast called Jack
Clumps of hair I place in my dressing gown pocket
My neck bloodied and cut from a once loved locket 
The photo inside is a black and white lie
I was an innocent and beautiful bride 
So as I heard the scraping of the key against the door
Tears were rolling down my face, I didn't want to be hit anymore
His voice was getting louder 
But I was getting older
I had life to live 
I had air to breathe 
I couldn't feel one more bruise
Tonight I wasn't going to lose
"Hello, is that the police?"
"Yes, how can we help?"
"I'm getting beat up" 
I didn't want cemetery dying flowers
I wanted a husband, not a drunken coward
I wanted a husband?
I wanted to live...