street lights..
Stop
for years now, the pain I've kept bottled in
a screeching tune played in my head with a rusty violin
instigating a revolt inside me thats just inevitable
a damage to my soul one would descrive inreparable
it started out not long after the time i started to walk
I turned 7 and due to this I always hated to talk
kept to myself, thruout and laughed at growing pains
if they called that hurt, then why not change names
Hesitation
now I'm at an age that I can finally think for myself
bring out in the open the dusty journal i kept on the shelf
i was told this would help and bring some peace within
but I gotta tell you..these words penetrate with that evil grin
It was me not him..... I should have never been born
He'd tell me it was the way, good daddies would scorn
as I browse the words that put twitches on logic
I'd read you this, but a virgin mind would simply just vomit
repulse at the attrocities my innocense had to endure
so I went to get back that for which makes us all pure
[Go
in a rampage of rage I let out the beast from it's cage
and now I wipe the tears and soak his blood with this page
he had it coming but now my hatred has caught up to him
and so has this knife as it pierces right into him
he was supposed to be my father, provider and inspiration
but molestation and abuse yelled out with no exclamation!!
so this is my reward as I wipe my grin with wet hands
-problem is father died years back, so I took it out on this man
.The End-