In the Shadow of a Bastard
every time i try and every time i fail
the same words ring out
in my minds self erected jail
every time i try and every time i win
the silence is deafening
turmoil erupts within
could do no right
learnt to feed off the hate
take pain pass it on
my hero i emulate
childsplay horror scene on continus rerun
must of been so hard for you
to have such a bad son
Copyright © Steven Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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