what happened to our spark
what we once called love
did that all disappear when you laid your hands on me
or is it hidden
like the makeup on my face
hiding my bruises
created by the same hands
that hush me to sleep
hands that I beg the mercy of
or is that love waiting
like the anger that awaits in you
boiling to explode any minute
or is it gone with the screams of pain and mercy
through the night never to be found