Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Father

Fairness is but a cliche that can
never be attained in a world like this society
I fear
the little voices in my head are growing stronger as the others weaken
feeble strings of what used to be

my stupidity has gained me nothing but everything
I regret
Solar Flares cannot compare to frustration
every turn is wrong and soon I am
in circles

Why the saltwater comes so easily I don't understand
My strength is overestimated
brutishly i ram the mirrors

ow
that.
hurt.

my throat still contains the stone so deadly
i cannot swallow my pride because there
is none

in this wretched house you prey on your spawn
lucky she can't bite back
but soon, and it will be the demise of a once loved


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