Dead Love
the feeling of seering pain after each consecutive knuckle
fears doubled when i heard the pristine snap of a belt buckle
now it really starts boy!
i already knew the intense pain of his american eagle metal
cringed, teeh grinding as i anticipated when the first blow would settle
started with leather, worse than stinging nettle it bore into my skin
Boy your a born sin! im a teach you fucking chirstian religion
just so you will know what a pathetic mistake you are
ive memorized his routine beatings i knew the end was far
he hesitated for a moment at the sound of a drive by car
i took advantage of the time eagerly scrambeling away
leaving already??? oh please wont you stay,
ive been lonely without your mother ever since she left... it seems
that i must admit i do ever so miss those beautiful screams
i made it to the back yard knocking over a pot containting a newly planted seed
adrenaline pumping thoughought my body as i picked up speed
but my beaten and batterd body could not withstand much...
i fell to the ground wrapping my stomach in a desperate clutch
i heard footsteps on the porche, i frantically searched for defense
hence a splintered 2 by 4 lay at my side... i took it in my grip
i knew this was crutial, i could not let one single detail slip
as i heard his feet shuffle in the dirt behind me i raised the plank
for the first time i immagined his eyes open in fear and suprise
i planted one foot leaned back and turned, watched the plant rise
a sloshing noise errupted along with a half broken cry out, as they collided
his head flopped forward, our gazes met, eye to eye, and i slowly said
im sorry father, you can't pick up water once it has fallen
and evetually it drips to hell... and that is where you have been callen
a soul beaten into a shell will eventually rise and break free...
and that is your demise, are you blind or is it that you can take what you see
soon it wont matter, it is your kind that stole your own vison away
so consume my last words... i love you but, you cannot stay
the father fell along with wood shards and terror
and on that day the son murdered the father...
he fell to his knees hands catching the ground arms starit,
looking down, biding the last farewell, embracing fate
blood dripping from his long hair, tears mixed in debate
as he cried with the sadness and joy... of opening the cell
for his soul had finaly broken free, shattering the once strong surrounding shell
, fears finally quelled he looked up heavenward and invisioned his mother
no other... the only dead love that his heart still held above
without being decieved he recieved her love
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