"Smokescreen Love"

She’s smiling and laughing playin shiny with the guys.
Telling loving stories of the one who calls her his wife
...
How I wish they could see past the smokescreen fantasy and see her reality...
The beating before the forced unto love,
The shattered glass in the living room boxing ring,
And the addiction to his unforgiving fists.
I’ve thought about helping...
But what good would that do...
Save her for a night or two
...
Then what...?
Wait for that motherfucker to
Beat her so
     Bad its
           MURDER?
So instead I confine myself to pray every night
That she may
                                           SURVIVE
To see tomorrow’s wretched sunrise,
Awakening to the smokescreen of the
                                               ‘Gentle,
                                           Kind-hearted’
Man he used to be...
Fuck that...
He was never anything but a
Cowardly,
     Worthless,
           Lowlife
                 Piece-of-shit!
But what do I know?
Talkin’ ‘bouts how I’m gonna do this or how I really wanna do that, really just talking shit!
Like a fucking pawn in his game
I sit ideally by,
Adding to the toxicity of his
Smokescreen ‘love’ illusion.