Voices sputter in my hair
Aching and tugging
Pulling me under
Sam tied me to the post
He stuck and stoned
Beat and swelled
He bloodied the angry floor
Same told me so
He told me to do it
I heard him through my door
Moaning and gasping
At the mercy of a .44
Over again, I play in my head
Until Istrike
Brutal moonlight
Sam drinks too much
He slurs and shakes
I end up in the attic
Tied tight and suffocating
No one disobeys Sam
The neighbors dog speaks to me
Tells me each of my tasks
Sam lies in him
Demonic and possesed
I leave you notes
Hello from your monster
I'll buy you new shoes
I'll see you soon
Again, I strike
Again
Again
The gun
The moon
My cradling veins
Hide
Run
The parking ticket
A sad fate
Behind these bars
Is where I lay
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