I wondered while young
how I'll treat my son
I wont be as cruel of course

His snarling face
an emotionless traits
Evil always lives long.

I try, I try
I've tried I will say
echoing years to dawn
Dare I say
with a grin on his face
father still lives on

I'll play games
and laugh everyday
I won't be as cruel of course

That towering crow
That shivers shadows
Lingers like skin to bone

The deeper I thought
The darker I grew
eclipsing all that I see

I lost my sight of sun
He lost his sight of me

The only warmth I had
The only evil he seen

Do ruins have no end
pain I've absorbed my share.
I lost sight of my son
his grave I couldn't bare.

Of what age have I become
To what love do I belong
lost in my hatred of father
And still I live on.

To being and end
Life undoubtedly used to be thoughtful
until you became thoughtless f**
with the inconsiderate
Why inflame to be tough with words.
Out of all the nouns and verbs heard mouthing,
Mimicking public gimmicks vue'd
reused hoping it'll rescue you
from your current situation.

They have finally cloned man.
Vultures looking for validation
to eat
One man's trash is another animals treasure
In this kingdom.

I hate the word humble
I'll rather have reality over imaginative validation
having to tip toe around to not offend the ground
rather i'll leave a building for my young to build on wealth

Generational Empire or at lease somewhere to live
Deconstructing these blueprints
that has been illusory to pass me's and future men

Clarity is nothing unless action follows.
Rest today always become rest assure tomorrow

Finding comfort in your demise because
At lease you have a bed this time
Though this house is not your home

Time merits beauty
Breath is food for thought
Cognitive slips into depression is reality
and shell be appreciated as such
As this is proof of you living.

I myself used to be a superhero.
Oh my, I have aged.