Tough and thick it lay across the chair
Smelling of fresh leather and blood
Cold and merciless it's silver buckle shone
Before my punishment I could hear its laugh
A deep chuckle of amusement at the sight of tears
And with one swing it left welts
Bruises beyond the surface
Scars that would never fade
I wanted to destroy it- burn it in the fire
But I know another one would replace it
Thicker and harder than the one before
I can sitll see it as it whistled through the air
And at the thought of it I shiver
There are no more bruises or scratches
They've been gone for awhile
But inside I'll be scarred forever
Scarred with its anger and strangth
And those scars will never fade