I Am, We

The door slams--The house shakes--Enter a feeling of dread
Muffled voices--I've done something wrong--Now, I am dead.
Then begins the screaming with mom and dad
The fight rages on,  mom's beating turns bad.
Dad is a mountain of a man, his short hair stands cropped
Mom's bloody screams, a senselees beating that can't be stopped!
Then there is a calm before the storm, a moment of silence
Soon the war advances my way, with it comes the violence.

--The angel of death is within me, listen to what I say,
"touch me once more motherfucker and you will dearly pay!"
--Coupled with pure retribution, years of abuse are set free,
now look into the eyes of the destroyer, for I am, we!

Somewhere deep within my soul, sits an oblong box in wait
Corroded, scaled and grotesque, filled with an undying hate.
It was chained and sealed up tightly, please let me understand
Why I stood before it, the key of release within my hand.
The chains fell off--The box was opened--I took a look inside  
I was consumed by what I saw, all the good within me died.
Oblivious by years of abuse--Finally, I can see
Behold the rape by iniquity--Forever, I am, we!  

--The angel of death is within me, listen to what I say,
"touch me once more motherfucker and you will dearly pay!"
--Coupled with pure retribution, years of abuse are set free,
now look into the eyes of the destroyer, for I am, we!

I move back to my corner, prepared and all alone
With a bat in my hand and a heart replaced by stone.
He burst inside with mom in tow and a huge, blood stained hand   
He stood there volcanic, an unstoppable hate filled man.
His eyes burning through me like pools of ravenous fire
The talons of fear, they held me down within the mire.
Mom's blood covered face was heinous, her hair pulled and tangled
A swing of my bat--The mountain went down, bloodied and mangled!

--The angel of death is within me, listen to what I say,
"touch me once more motherfucker and you will dearly pay!"
--Coupled with pure retribution, years of abuse are set free,
Now look into the eyes of the destroyer, for I am, we!

I couldn't stop his punishment and mom was slaughtered too
This then was my pathetic tale--Too bad, because I was you.
That's you in the straightjacket, a face covered in drool
You belong to the State now, you are their favored fool.
The time has come that I revert myself to your oblong box
Worry not beguiled one, I'll always be there for our midnight talks.
 
Oh dark angel, master of my destiny
you, the eyes of the destroyer...
                                                         I 
                                                            am
                                                                   we!