The stenching aroma of my blood,
flowing through my nose
from the iron block fist, of my
father, slamming into it
its my fault really - i shouldnt have
been in his way,
because he came home drunk
the shame and pain i feel
flow through my veins
that fill with the crys of
a falling angel, as my breath
breaks off my tongue, and
my eyes feel the ocean overpowering
as a tear seeps out,
mixing with the blood stains
on my lips, the taste
flowing vribantly through the cracks
in my mouth, crashing into
my throat as i swallow my pride.
Running to my room,
as his harsh words pound through
my eardrums, entering my brain
killing the cells, that i
once loved and respected him with.
The slamming of my door
only angered him more,
my heartbeat screamed as
he pounded the staircase,
to kick in my bedroom door
as i hid under my covers -
trying to escape to another
realm, of peace and happiness
where flowers sung until
they themselves vaporised into
a bliss of wonderfullness,
then i feel the first brick thrown
through the window of my sight,
as the next stone cracked the
foundation covering my breaths,
after that, the black myst clouded
around my consience,
blocking out the pain with a
blinding silence, of peace.
As i awoke the next morning,
the aches to move, went
straight to my brain, sending
a war to spots all over me
the black and purple colors
are the aftermath of spending
the night with my father,
My guts screamed
never again will i let this happen!
so i packed clothes in secret
as my so-called father prepared
for work, and i acted so stupid -
to try and leave before he left,
the thoughts of idiocracy
developed in my brain, blatantly
a lightining bolt struck
as i stood in shock, of my father
when i turned around
and saw his face, twisted with anger.
A pause overtook the moment of
the intense hate boiling in our hearts
he lunged forward trying to grab me
with his bear hands, my reflexes
acted on the instincts of a fox
as i jumped to the other side,
of the room - thrashing through
the glass window -
my father shouted, that i was
never aloud back in that place,
i looked at him with hate
and yelled back -
I wont, I'll Stay Gone.
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