Father
There's not much I look forward to in this life, the waves of orgasms and guilt have driven me to a shore which for years I thought of as home, but only to realise that it was just a stop to take my breath away. The calls have been echoing for oh so long now, I refuse to even stop listening to them. When two dogs keep chasing you, at which point do you stop running and look them in the eyes and say NO! Not anymore!
So I look up and brush myself off and keep walking. No need to look back now as there's nothin' left, just ashes in the wind that keep blowing and then fall to the ground. Everything falls. I kept falling, failing and now I do what I could never do, walk, just keep walking, until I reach the end.
The skies get darker and sounds of thunder await me as I get closer. Birds drop dead as the air starts to get thinner. Muscles waste away, no use today, air thins away so birds fall dead to his prey. No need to keep looking up, I can sense what's to come.
It's a long road when you walk alone, but I know what needs to be done. No more choices confusing me and distracting me away from the anchor calling me home, calling to save you!
I can feel the sand beneath my feet, every particle stings, clinging into my skin trying to prevent me from getting there, from reaching you. Was it me that sent you there? Were my actions that led to your demise? You drank the poison, but did I pour the glass? Blame is an option but condemnation is a crime.
So guilty as I am, I walk to it, I walk to him, I walk to you. With broken hands, how do I carry you out? With a broken soul, how do I find a way out? With no voice left, how do I call you father? With broken hands, how do I save you from hell?
So I look up and brush myself off and keep walking. No need to look back now as there's nothin' left, just ashes in the wind that keep blowing and then fall to the ground. Everything falls. I kept falling, failing and now I do what I could never do, walk, just keep walking, until I reach the end.
The skies get darker and sounds of thunder await me as I get closer. Birds drop dead as the air starts to get thinner. Muscles waste away, no use today, air thins away so birds fall dead to his prey. No need to keep looking up, I can sense what's to come.
It's a long road when you walk alone, but I know what needs to be done. No more choices confusing me and distracting me away from the anchor calling me home, calling to save you!
I can feel the sand beneath my feet, every particle stings, clinging into my skin trying to prevent me from getting there, from reaching you. Was it me that sent you there? Were my actions that led to your demise? You drank the poison, but did I pour the glass? Blame is an option but condemnation is a crime.
So guilty as I am, I walk to it, I walk to him, I walk to you. With broken hands, how do I carry you out? With a broken soul, how do I find a way out? With no voice left, how do I call you father? With broken hands, how do I save you from hell?
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