• lying here on the floor,
    staring at my closed door.
    glass is breaking
    the sound it shakes me.
    people yelling
    shadows fighting.
    flames begin to roar.
    burning right to the core.
    monsters take form.
    and begin to roam.

    i hide in the closet.
    and watch the blood.
    I hold on to a locket.
    a sea of flames , no a flood.
    two monsters fighting till past dead.
    and when i see it closer they are my parents.

    i wake up and remember
    that cold fight in the midst of december.
    no one died they only yell'd
    but it rises again every day.
    a fight for me.
    i wish theyd stop
    i wish i could ease the pain

    and sometimes i wish for death.