TORTURED BETWEEN THE WALLS

HOW MANY MORE TIMES 
MUST YOUR FIST CARESS MY FACE,
LEAVING MY EYES BLOODSHOT 
AND MY SMILE OUT OF PLACE.

YOU ENTERED MY LIFE 
LIKE AN ANGEL OF LIGHT,
I GAVE YOU MY HEART 
AND BECAME YOUR WIFE.

BUT SOON YOUR SMILES 
TURNED INTO A FRUNG, 
BEING ANGRY AND UPSET 
WITH EVERY LITTLE THING IV’E DONE.

FROM THE MOMENT YOU ENTER THE DOOR 
YOUR WRATH I ENDURE,
BEATEN TO A PULP, UNTIL I KISS THE FLOOR.

UNCONSCIOUSLY I LAY
IN MY TORMENTED STATE, 
THEN YOU BEG FOR FORGIVENESS, 
SAYING SORRY, 
I’VE MADE A MISTAKE.

WILFORD BARKER.