Soaked in darkness, raped from cold
The past has a secret, a story untold
I wrote this on paper, and held it close.
My fear has folded and made my ghost.
The dirt now warms me, contains my coffin
I hold your picture, and watch it often
I just couldn’t stand living, secrets got to close.
I had no friends, they hated me most.
My father beat me, and smelled of booze .
My life was wasted, I always did lose
From the first day he saw me, he hated my sight
He would kick my ass, I put up no fight
Such a big man, what could I do?
Its been soon enough, that I’ve come for you.
I’m older now, a man full grown
The death of my father, I will condone
A baseball bat beating, I will contract
With a blind sided beating, I will attack
He’s down on the floor, dead I hope
Still cutting my arm, I just can’t cope
He’s death means nothing
As I was to him
The end is coming, and so is sin,
I have to stop running, my death’s cashed in
I lived for nothing, I lived to sin...

 
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