It's something new
Yet reminiscent
It slowly creeps on you
Just like it did once before

The stars glow in her eye
Evilly pulling
Stop what you're doing
Before it turns to something you abhor

Get it out
It worms deep through
The crevices of my mind
Planting a seed

It's forbidden, unethical
Use your protection
But the craving
I can't fight the need

Save me from her wrath
And whisk me away
Hold my hands and cover my eyes
Deafen my ear from her lies

It's you I love the soil underneath
Always grounded beneath my feet
With you I keep my scarlet ties
Stopping me from my goodbyes

Oh, how I want to sail away from here
Everything smells like fear, smells like beer
How can I sleep when I know what's going on in the next room
Laying in the darkness you just want it to go away
Every scream, every slam brings chills down your back
My toes are cold with sweat how long am I going to stay
This way let it slip and fall and hit the rack
Love is about making sacrifices, not blaming the other for all it's worth
You clean the dishes
No you're lazy
You don't care
Who took the kids out then?
I'm going to pull out my hair
Why is it that everything good on this earth is yours
Are these your kids? I gave them birth
What do you do besides run to the corner and hide behind your palm tree
Watching your own dad turn into a monster
Pushing her down, you turn and flea
How can you be a son, to watch your mother cry and feel nothing
Broken, hopeless the sky falls
Stuck looking in the mirror wondering what you've become, wondering where all your feelings have gone
Grab the keys, slam the door harder than any of them
Rationalize my actions for leaving my family alone
I've seen my sister scared for her life
I've seen my mother cry and want to **** herself
I've seen my dad hit his wife
But all I care about is myself
Listening to them until the break of dawn
Can't you see what your doing to your daughter
How can you call yourself a father
Having your wife and children hide locked in the bathroom cause you're such a bother
Maniac, but depressed what do I do
He just wanted the love of the family but not getting it through
Slamming his head on the bed frame in the daughter's view
What does it take to love someone so much
How does it become such an obligation
How do you lose that touch
Oh, I want to sail away from here
I'm never following my fathers footsteps not going to be molded into that shape
Just going to drive, going to strive for you
I've seen what I've been denied, throw it all away, living the great escape

She's just a strange girl,
whose steps bore insecurity.
And her limbs awkwardly moves along as she walks.
and she is ashamed of the pitch of her voice.
so she never talks.

And when she does, her words comes out in mystical forms
a language none could understand.

"What gibberish none sense?"
the adult says as he took his scissored hand and cut her tongue.
only to replace it with one that could utter words that pleases him.

and no longer, was she a strange girl.

Do I give your skin and bones
a strange sensation
like you do to mine?
They quiver and pulse
without actually doing so,
my emotions have turned physical
and I have no control.
When I want you, I need you,
or else my skin trembles with sadness
and misses your touch
and the tremors in my hands and fingertips
become too much for me to handle
I am a former addict,
and you are my methadone
but why do we treat chemical dependency,
with just another chemical?
You're the smoke in my lungs,
the blade to my skin,
and the birds and the bees
when I crave such sins.
My newfound addiction,
the worst of them all
with no self infliction,
I have no control.
Even with you,
I'm not whole,
because besides my ripe age
and my tender skin
I am only a product of my sins,
my lost innocence,
and this strange sense of loneliness.

If I were to look at you, could you even look back?
It's already hard enough to think of you
But to gaze upon coffee stained eyes,
Skin matted in dirt, and dust.
No, memories.

And to be honest,
It's disgusting how I
Imagine you.
Beneath me, stricken down.
Rotting.

It's in part due to the fear instilled, I think.
I am new, and so are you,
So am I predator, or am I prey?
Am I hate, or am I aid?
Hell, Why do I even look the way I do?

Stand up now.
But not by command,
Show me your strength
Scream your superiority.
But I'll just claim it barbaric, anyway.

But what's the point?
This encounter is just imagery.
I'll never stand in your presence.
While I sit comfortably at this desk
Writing about you.
**You starve to death.