Sixteen Years of Silent Youth Ii
I woke from my sleep
To find I'm still bleeding
It appeared not a dream
But a nightmare I had lived
I will not let this go
Now more than anger
My fists and broke hands
Take patriarc life
Fashions unthinkable
I must kill him now!
I will call you
When it's over
Then I'll follow
You
Don't turn away
Not this easy
Please believe me
Please!
If I had not done this earlier
It would've been me down the stairs
At the side of my own head would be the barrel
And the entry made full
There is not one thought that crosses mind
I don't regret the day he died
For what he was doing, killing me
Unable to live the full
And now I control my own
Breathing not as before and
Because of this I will reign supreme
In my own realm of fear and loathing
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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