Change of Command

Stuck in the grounds of a shadowy hole,
Feeling like life itself had no eternal soul.
My world was always filled with bleakness and despair,
Wherever anyone else was, I longed to be there.

Each night itself had formed into a routine:
We'd play a game of "Good Guy Gone Mean".
He'd get out his fists, and he'd laugh in delight
At my sordid, pathetic and worthless sight.

Then one day while reading, alone in my room,
I looked out the window from my deathly tomb.
There I saw a couple holding hands and in love,
And right there and then I asked for help from above.

The next night his drunken smelly breath pursued,
But I found the strength to retaliate despite his angry mood.
"You raise those fists once more to my face,
And I'll kick you right down and put you right in your place."

My voice was filled with menace, I loved every word,
He looked right in my eyes as if I was being absurd.
I lifted my right arm, and got ready to strike;
Just to give him a taste of what he made me feel like.