He’s drunk again
And there’s nothing I can do
There’s nothing mom can do
He does it to release the pain
And put that weight on our shoulders

As I press against my life’s work I can see the blood that leaks from the pages
The final set emotions, forever engraved in the ink stains from blue or black pens
My perfect friend, has come to the final set of its end, as I press against the last tablet
I’ve used to comprehend the lost emotions that could never amend,
Your lost touch

Everyday you would come home drunk, the eyes filled with the blood
That would never be spilled for us, and the beat of your heart only quickened it pace
Making it difficult to for us to stay and settle in your hearts place
The rattle of the chairs, the cold food left on the table, slightly warmed
By the candles flickering in the disturbed air created by the breathes that plead for life
Were forgotten

And there was nothing we could do, your body pulsing with the heat never shared
With your own flesh and blood, together we huddled struggling to warm our cold touch
You never beat me, never shared a hug with mother, and never even cracked a smile
I wish you did, I wanted to touched, even if caused me pain,
I wanted to know what it feels like to really have a father.
But still I merely stared through the doorway, afraid to like the crickets of the day
I didn’t want to incite your rage, but if it meant that I would have a father I would
But I never did

You merely came, and laid
As we were merely a few steps away