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'Five Minutes' (TW: abuse, violence)

JustVJustV Community Manager Posts: 5,336 Part of The Furniture
On my Scroobius Pip spree today, I came across a song called Five Minutes which works really well as a piece of poetry. Here's a transcription - thought some of you might appreciate. :)

TW: domestic abuse and violence

Each night she lays quivering, shivering here,
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, hidden in fear.
At work she has a glistening, driven career,
But at home, with one swing of the fist, it disappears [X2]

She dreams of different ways to break from under his noose.
It's one thing to see a path, but it's another to choose it;
It's one thing to want to run, but it's another to do it;
It's one thing to buy a gun, but it's another to use it.

But buy a gun she did, and it made her feel good;
She told herself if she really had to use it, she would.
The next night, drunk at the end of the bed he stood.
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he understood.

But he didn't take to kindly to being put in his place;
She fled after the first blow and of course he gave chase.
She sat hunched, holding a gun, praying she wasn't pursued,
But when the door swung a route, he found her to shoot.

She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor.
It wasn't long before police came bursting through the door,
In store, a new prison, enforced by the law,
And she let out a whisper with the strength of a roar.

For the bad times, I wish you'd just admit and
Never cast a shadow across my bed;
But for the good times, I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows you're dead. [X2]

Each night she lays quivering, shivering there.
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair.
I find myself given the delivering stares,
As the smell of Glenfiddich starts sieving the air. [X2]

As the bullet flew towards me I swear time stood still.
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel;
How did I get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could kill?

It wasn't always this way; I once saw love in those eyes
That now just despise and chastise all my lies,
My sarcastic replies, each new drunken guise,
And first of all these heavy hands which surmised her demise.

There was a time when we never thought the honeymoon would end;
She was my wife, my lover, confident and my friend,
But it seems these days, happiness can depend
On financial stability and the need to contend.

But I make no excuse; I let it get this way.
Other people live their lives on the minimum wage,
I was the one that couldn't cope and let it turn to rage;
Now I'm looking down the barrel, playing against the game.

For the bad times, I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head.
But for the good times, I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm dead. [X2]

Before the devil knows I'm dead.
The truth resists simplicity.


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    DistractionDistraction Posts: 466 Listening Ear
    edited May 2020
    Wow, that's amazing, gives me inspiration to be able to write stuff like this, thank you very much for sharing it  <3  
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