The Setting Sun

People talk about the beauty of a sun set

All I see is regret

When darkness takes hold

I must do as told

I must return to the house

Where I am viewed as less than a mouse

Their love is through pain

They show nothing but disdain

Every time he raises his hand

It is a strike that lands

His blue eyes

Used to remind me of the skies

Now reminds me of hell

As he throws me into my cell

So when I see the setting sun

I just want to run