the windows of the house.


i see the witness the actions and cause for unbearable pain.
i sit helplessly and watch the ocean turn as dry as rain.
i try to stay sane and callous my consicience quite dearly.
but wait. i am a window i dont even have any feelings.
but from what i have seen it is hard not to show some emotion.
but like i said i am helpless. like lungs stuck to bottom of the ocean.
i sit hopin that someday someone besides me will see.
the way this house's hurt has shattered a families dreams.

you see it started back in 1996 when this home was on the market.
it wasnt the nicest but motivation would make this a productive project.
so the smiths moved in spent money to fix this place and it was nice
not nice but as beautiful as the times and life of that man named christ.
it was like a secret garden where living shined and despair would shrink.
it was like that until mr. smith found love in the bottom of a deadly drink.
and he would drink socially for years it wasnt a problem but only the root.
and everything was fine. but this was the time of death as you see it grew.
and his son alex started having problems. and got kicked out of school.
for smoking pot. there was no evidence. but for some reason dad had proof.
and the downward spiral began it wasnt a brick but like a tick of the shoulder.
and thats when his daughter brittney got this boyfriend that was six years older.
the beggining began and i just watched hoping to provide some help.
so i gave them a reflection so they could see the flaws in themselves.

now mrs. smith kept normal she was rightoues and she religiously upheld the lord.
and she persevered until the night mr. smith used his fist and put her to the floor.
the blood she saw from herself was like watching the birth of a new baby born.
because she saw the eyes and realized her husband soul was what demons were for.
to explore and he got them from that drink but she remained but really only for a sec.
because the second time he hit she got fed up. took her belongings and up and left.
this killed the insides of mr. smith. he got fired from his job and had time only for drink.
so when others interfered vengence was the only thing the demons let him think.
so he lived like a devil on earth with horns and a wick prepared at any time to explode.
so let me tell you about the next time he laid another woman to the floor.

the year was 1999 and mr. smith had progressed from drink to the beauty of winter.
and one night his daughter came home crying and he clenched his fist and hit her.
so bitter. his meaning she lost her boyfriend and inside her mind she was sick.
so he pushed her to the ground. and said "how sad you lost your man. try and take this"
me the witness. saw him unzip his pants i watched as she ran and him tackle her down.
and i dont have ears but i could almost hear her cries as she solidly hit the ground.
and with many kicks and sounds he intruded to think that the drink still has power.
this wasnt a weed. he used his dick to tarnish and break the beauty of her flower.
and the next day . she remembered every detail and it made her unbareably sick.
and when she saw her father he said. "dont be sad fucking slut. you know im better than him"
and the lives went on . but my no means at all were his evil demons close to done.
you see. mr. smith was darkness. and for years he had hated the prick he called son.

now alex was 16 but as a young child he suffered from polio his bones were skinny and long.
and his mind was very powerful. but his body . was not anywhere close to strong
the year was 2002 and alex was sitting in his room like he did everynight the same.
he didnt have many friends so instead of parties he found fun in the internet and games.
now he was just sitting in his chair typing poems getting ready to sleep it was late.
and then he felt his fathers belt slam across the front side of his fragilly beautiful face.
nothing but pain as his cheek burned like plastic he turned to his father and asked him.
"why do you do this? youve lost your life and now you desire to take mine plus two.
mom and britt . dad what in the hell all i can say is fuck you!" mr smith turned a bad page.
and he got emotional and dripped a tear. but it wasnt from sadness it was a drip of rage.
se stepped back ran up to his son and punched him so hard his skull cracked.
he beat the shit out of him he bashed and he did it all because he thought the drink was fun.
and then that was the moment mr. smith penetrated the light. and raped his own son.

now that say that good stories need a happy ending you can take this how you want.
but like i said physicalities were lacking but alex's mind was very strong.
when britt was raped alex knew and he realized that mr smith was no longer his dad.
so that is when alex put his mind to work and devised this ingenious plan.
he knew the day was coming because in his fathers eyes anything good was fake.
so he planted a camera in his room. and had his dad's actions all caught on tape.
and he noticed how usually his dad disregarded the nights actions by the next day.
so he played. said he'd take the bus when really he went and told showed the cops facts.
and believe me when i say he wasnt frontin' when he got his father back.
and now mr. smith doesnt drink . but he hasnt found death. just the disinterest of living.
now i dont see him because mr. smith doesnt have any windows in prison.
and i know the story was fucked up and mr. smith made many lives a disaster.
and indeed it was a broken home but the windows werent shattered.

so i still sit tired of writing because really i am sick of this shit.
and i pray that all men pray. they dont turn into mr. smith's

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