Like bitten nails on nubby finger pads
Uncomfortable, yet comforting
Or his contentment with lending hurt
He passed out jabs like Rocky and beef slabs
Leaving her rare, black and blue
And this not only affects her, it's killing her kids, two
Never tell him it's okay to cry while facing his fears
So she let the infection steep and tried to conceal
And those she knew would say, 'but he showed such great remorse!'
'She must've done something she'd soon find to regret'
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Her offender walks free
As she lay gone forever
It was her fault; it must be