Punching bag

Just hanging on, waiting for the next blow.

Are you staying or you want to go?

Are we making lemonade or wasting it all?

Words like knife, tears on ice

Cutting through my soul like it’s a pie.

I duck once, I duck twice

holding on like it’s my vise.

Just crush my heart, coz it’s not mine

Drain my blood and let it die.

There there my little child, hush hush and go to sleep.

Breathe in, breathe out, the beast will cuddle thee.

Lick your scars and say your prayers

New day, new dawn, new ammo.

The beast will turn to prince and love will live forever.