Oh poor boy
His mind in a wreck
Believes that this life of his
Poses as morally correct
Oh poor boy
As every day he knows
That his father will be waiting
With the needles and a rose
Oh poor boy
Who's cuticles shall bleed
Clutching his fists so tights
Begging on his knees
Oh poor boy
You were born so pure
Tainted by this fool
Your father and your fear
Oh poor boy
So submissive and left empty
You follow his every order
Unable to think freely
Oh poor boy
Those needles pierce your skin
Where is was so soft and clean
Is now scarred on every limb
Oh poor boy
You watch the trickle of your blood
Streaming along beside you
Mixing with the earthly mud
Oh poor boy...
He hands you the rose
Imperfect thorns, petals stained red
As he says "this is the way life goes"
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Inject the disease
Feel the numbness of your hands
Skin turning grey to scales
Eyelashes burn to sand
Feel the moments you'll never witness
On that hospital bed
You won't be forgotten
You won't be forgiven
This is all just in your head
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC