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Monster Father
I wake from the monster coming home from his usual rage Looks like he is drunk again, like an animal escaping from his cage The pian in his eyes shows as he lines up his poison He puts his nose on the forsaken table and sniffs in With no regret he grabs the arm band and ties it around his bicep So he can make his reminiscing mind forget Forget about the past as he injects more poison in his veins But little does he know, that I can never make this memory go away But what happened next scars me to this day With his drunken high haze He calls me over from the shadows like a slave He looks at me like an enemy on a battlefiled I had fear in my eyes and thought i'd be killed He states that i've ruined his life And he calls me a mistake and to get out of his sight I was 7 years old and couldn't move Was frozen as he grabbed my hand and put it on the stove He turns the heat on low like it was a game Hovering my hand over the flame Did this give him pleasure and satisfaction? In the morning he won't remember a single action As my hand feels the heat rise He pulls from his grip because his high has died So I run back into my room as he reloads He grabs the glass container and lines up another line before he goes Does my father realize the pain he brings The screams my pain sings? No of course not, all he cares about is his poison and brew He used to be a hero in my eyes, but now he is just a fool To this day I remember these memories in my nightmares But like I said he doesn't care In his eyes I a a mistake, all he cares about is his next fix He is a monster, my father, an addict
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