Friday, October 27
You were there when I cried - I screamed
It would not be forgotten
A slave to the poison that dragged us down
We must suffer for your fucking incapabilities
And she could not see you destroy her
I can't even grasp the pictures that
You implanted in my mind
Must overcome and impale you with
The epitomes of your actions
We loved so much
Now I won't let myself hate you less
Now you're dead
You haven't suffered enough
I wish I could have been the one
Who crushed your heart
With my despaired hand letting
Your unruly blood flow
And your burned flesh lie collapsed
Are you proud?
I would really wish he'd perish just like that - into thin air, dust particles, or whatever else that's microscopic so I don't need to see him.
Here's to the father that I never had and never will have.
I wish he would learn to die.
I can't wait to get out of this shithole once I've clinched a stable job. Then maybe I could pack up with my mom and fly home sweet home to the Philippines. It'll save her further sacrifices and it'll save me further emotional outrages.
Oh wells, shit sells.
I'd like to believe I don't have a father and that I was born unfathered.
