Eye of the beholder


Dear Daddy

"When your coming back I've already made mad collections.
of your favorite-the eye balls. Yeah so when your coming back
...from your vacation?
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.Dear, Daddy
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"Daddy! Where are you this big mean lady is trying to take me,
to some-place where kids don't have parents.Please help Thee."

*Some years later*

Felt my palms on his face, he trying so hard to struggle,
Blood erupts from his eye lids to me it feels so smuggle.
He screams, the sound of that makes me wants more,
blood core, abusing soul- i'm liking this- loving the sore.
The red eye is so addicted to me-his nails peeling my skin,
ripping it from the outside-smiling as my fingers sinking in.
Still that happy grin is on my face as I walk along to the holder,
Opens the door, the air is cold but my soul is smolder.
Another one is added in my collection as I put away my gift,
given from my son-sadden that he had to go instead of life....
....he's a spirit.


Sitting in the darkness feeling non-existent,
tears rolling down my cheeks trying to resit it.
My mind is in aching from the flash backs,
saw that coffin felt my heart burn like hot wax.
Why god let something die so precious i'd created,
let it fly away. Now i'm feeling emotionally sedated.
But that's only the outside view, my insides are laughing,
cackling, feeling no remourse, the emotion-I was lacking.
His blood is inundated on my hands, and it feels good,
Silver god chains on my wrist-and I'd can do it again
....If I could.

Too Tired to leave feed, I'll get Links tomorrow.