Deathly Gamble

Tempered voices halted if only for a day
calmness though was never to be relied upon.
The silence held my scream as it echoed throughout my soul
frustration left my mind and body weakened.

Is it better to hold ones tongue than to be dealt the final blow
or is it better favored to stand your ground and argue?
Strength, they say, can be found in the one that walks away
but questions left unanswered speak so loudly.

Fear and dread take over hollow feelings in my heart.
Shall you return to me with violence filling yours?
My own words left unspoken weep of sorrow and regret
not for you but my confidence now abandoned.

Sheltering myself as you walk back through the door,
you allow your fists to speak frustrations within your mind.
Never one for words, or speaking of your feelings
you unload your anger brutally upon my sordid soul.

Cowering in the corner I become your punching bag

giving you back your much needed self assurance.
But as I lose consciousness I speak the words I need to say
"I love you, but I wont be here tomorrow". 

The police, they came and took you, but for me it was to late
never again would I be there for your destruction.
They came with a body bag and took away your shame.
Staying put for me had always been a deathly gamble.