Your name.
My eyes.
I see the the bright flashes.
I recall violent crashes.
My skin reddened,
My soul became a little more deadened.
I felt the whip.
Not just of your hand but of your lips.
I'm not weeping though,
Because I've decided to keep dreaming.

A walk through the woods
And I feel safe.
The rain drops fall harder
Than they were dared to.
They come colliding with my skin
And I'm too fragile.
I'll let them catch in my satchel.
I'll take them with me as I fall,
They'll be my safeguard, my soldier,
On a long walk down a narrow hall.