I find myself wondering where our life goes,
We hide and lie about what we have deep down inside,
It sickens us and twists us into shapes so atrocious,
A tainted razor seems to hold the key,
Just another another self deceit,
A silly fake cheat.
I wake up at night remembering the horrors of childhood,
Father likes to bend our naked bodies over his knees,
He wears nothing but boxers and a dictated smile on his face,
Mother isn’t ever there; lost in her own prayer,
It’s not the pain that hurts,
But how father looks at us,
I see a gleam in his eye and it gives me chills,
Here it comes again; he likes to pretend I’m his girlfriend,
I’m done, I’m spent, he’s going to get it,
Death is the only thing that awaits him, no love, just a pool of his blood.