I can pinpoint the time in my life when it starts to go sour,
that moment, that memory where i\'d lost all my power,
and my anger, self hatred blossomed like a flower;
when he looked at my flesh torn legs just to stutter and cower.
Blood still oosing from open wound,
my soul so empty, was locked in a tomb,
the look in his eyes: the disappointment consume:
and that look, that feeling; thats all that would loom.
that moment, that memory, is burned in my mind.
the change in emotion from so gentle, so kind.
those positive emotions i cant seem to find:
he leaves me battered and bruised as im falling behind .
his eyes, his eyes,
oh no, oh why,
the pain it cries,
with that look in his eyes.
that moment, that memory, that god-unholy stare,
that memory, that moment where my soul was so bare,
it was then, right then, that my heart would tear,
as in that memory, that moment; nobody would care.