Prisoner

Locked away, my room is my hell
Colder, darker than any cell
Wish someone would hear me yell
Oh Shit!, here comes dad up the stairwell

Two eyehooks, and a screwdriver holds my door
This time is going to be worst than before
Please not today I'm still sore
But all he does is ignore
All this abuse and torture is so hardcore

I start to panic
I got to do something drastic
Before this turns tragic
He swung, it is time for me to do my magic

Headed for the door, I leave
So much grief, I got to grieve
All this running, I get so sick, I heave

I know this is probably lame
But Yes, I set a flame
So I didn't have to deal with the shame
Of his game
All that remains
Is his last name