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i see my life clearly, now that the bottles all gone

its blurry and uncertain, lacking meaning

staggering to the stairs, climbing to bed

he's waiting for me, he doesn't know that i won't feel it tonight

closing my eyes i sense the blows landing

picturing the bruises that will reveal on dawns light

i hear his words, hollow and mean, bellowing at me

the kids are sleeping down the hall, i closed their door

fear is subsiding, this is routine, i've come to expect it

waiting until he falls asleep thinking i'm blacked out

i called my mother she gets the kids quietly, not alarming him

i kiss them all softly, soothing their fears

back up the stairs i go, no stagger this time

the gun is next to bed, the drawer squeaks as it opens

he rolls over, waking looking at me

......... i contemplate my options

...... (bang)

i pull away looking at his shocked face watching from the door

I weighed my options .... and Won