The Sting Inside

You are the keeper of pain
A lost face in the window frame
Theres solemn sillhouettes in your eyes
of a forgotten life, lost love, and past lives
Oh dear Jane doe, what have you done
to make them have you running on the run
Is that corner safe enough for you to hide?
or is the key to the locked door suicide?
I hear him stomping up the ground...
...his voice is raising and it is loud
My heart is pounding and on my chest is compression
His arm is flying and on my everything is his aggression
Oh dear lord, make this his last and only harmful intension
to silence my alarming screams, the canary now sings
And the more I try to break free, the more it stings
They ask about the bruises and the swelling
but because of fear, I am never telling
You soiled my skin with your perverted words
The pain inside me, that you caused, burns
And If my memory were to be suddenly, wonderfully lost
then maybe I could live without the scars of your lust